The golden-blond-haired young man shot a piercing glare at Ryuzio through the slashed wall of dust. He raised his left arm straight to the front, pointing the tip of the blade he held in that hand at Ryuzio. Curiously, the sharp side of the blade was covered up, defeating the purpose of the edge.
"Don't ever call yourself a man again, kiddo," the young man said with a tightened expression. "Only losers pull the kind of bullspit you done did!"
"Heh?" Ryuzio gazed back into the yellow-brown eyes targeted at him, sensing the hostility shooting out from them. "Who're you? What're you talking about?"
"Obviously you won't actually have the balls to admit the spit you did," the young man said, reaching for the side of his thigh with the hand not holding his blade. "But I've already got the confirmation I need." He pulled out another blade, bringing the first one closer, crossing both of them to the front as he took a stance. "Now I'm gonna give you everything you deserve.
