When they went inside, the lavish sofa was easily to be seen by the fire place just like the old man said. The legs of the chair had some soot in them so it must have been used as warmer couch for a long while now.
"This is my favorite chair. It reminds me very much of my father's study chair, he was quite fond of it." Old Yeshwa said as he sat on it.
"He would read thousands of papers with his eyebrows creased, worrying about something... I can't quite remember, but I think he mentioned students once or twice---"
"That is a good story, sir. But I'm afraid that I would have to take away your favorite chair."
Ronin interrupted him before he can say the word 'students' properly. Ah, this old Headmaster's senility was both a blessing and a curse, he keeps revealing information.
Ronin continued: "I'll try to find a gooreplacementmt for it, something cleaner and more sophisticated."
