"Wahahaha! As long as you think so, Disciple!" The Master turned to look at junior brother before returning his gaze back to me. "Well, I've got some news for the two of you."
"Yes?" junior brother replied after he wiped at the water that dribbled down his chin after his spit-take.
"Un?"
"There's going to be a martial arts tournament soon," Master looked at the two of us, a competitive glint in his eye. "I expect you two to win like you had last year."
Hah. And I expect Grand Martial Aunt to marry me right now. But are we going to get what we want?
No.