"Does it hurt?"
Jigoro Kuwajima nodded honestly. "Yes. I want to commit seppuku."
Zenitsu suddenly shouted, "Grandfather, don't die! Think of me! What am I supposed to do if you die?"
Jigoro Kuwajima said sorrowfully, "True."
Zenitsu grew excited and was just about to build on his master's words when Jigoro Kuwajima continued, "If I die, you're the one I'll worry about most."
"I'll find you somewhere good to go. Then I won't have to worry."
Jigoro Kuwajima looked toward Su Chen. "Young Su Chen, would you be willing to take this disciple of mine as your Tsuguko?"
Seemingly afraid that Su Chen would refuse, Jigoro Kuwajima hurriedly added, "Don't worry. His talent is a rare find. He was just struck by lightning as a child, so his head doesn't work right, but his talent is good."
Zenitsu: "???"
Jigoro Kuwajima went on and on introducing him, simply wanting to find Zenitsu somewhere good to go first.
But what greeted him was Su Chen's cold refusal. "Sorry, old sir. I can't take him in for now."
"Is that so..." Jigoro Kuwajima closed his eyes in anguish again. "I want to commit seppuku again."
Zenitsu: "..."
Zenitsu glared at Su Chen. "Lord Su Chen, you may be a Hashira, but why would you say that to my grandfather?!"
"My grandfather..."
Smack.
Su Chen made direct, intimate contact with the back of Zenitsu's head, and Zenitsu passed out.
Jigoro Kuwajima looked at Su Chen, who explained, "We'll talk among ourselves now. He's affecting your judgment."
Jigoro Kuwajima said, as if to himself, "True. What comes next will be too bloody. It wouldn't be appropriate for Zenitsu to see."
Su Chen waved his hand. "You misunderstand, old sir. That's not what I meant."
Jigoro Kuwajima asked in confusion, "Then what do you mean?