Two days later.
Japan.
"Pick up your blade and kill me!"
"Huh? Master Painter, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
"If I'm not doing well, that proves you are."
"...Since when is that how logic works?"
Two youths sat on the engawa by the courtyard, leisurely swinging their legs as they watched the dispute and scuffle in the yard. It was less of a fight and more of a tug-of-war.
Chapter 237