"...."
After about a minute of silence, Jerome hangs his head low, unable to even move a muscle.
"Not going to pick up the blade? As I thought, you coward!" Dustin yells.
"Dustin, that's enough!" His mother yells out.
"Mother is right. You've gone too far. Apologize to Father right now!" Gregory adds in admonishment.
Despite receiving criticisms left and right, Dustin laughs heartily.
He has never felt this way before.
So… free!
"I will do whatever I like. If you wish to stop me, you can pick up your blade, brother. But be warned, I have gotten much stronger since our last confrontation. I will be the winner, and then it will be you that must yield to my wishes."
Gregory's body stiffens as he hears those words.
One look at Dustin's confident expression tells him that this is no bluff.
The lad means every word he utters.
'Just how strong has he gotten?' Gregory can't help but ask himself.
