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?"
