"Boy, you should learn the proper way to speak to your elders."
Hercules was openly glaring at Mark and the tension in the room became visibly heightened as Hercules tightened his hand into a fist in preparation for an attack. Mark just glared right back at him fearlessly.
"Why don't you try to teach me, old man."
Miyamoto Musashi was still drinking his tea calmly as he watched the two of them glaring each other down. Miyamoto Otsu offered to pour him another drink, but Musashi simply raised his hand to tell her not to bother. There was no need for that.
"Please try to calm yourselves. The conversation is not over yet—"
"Isn't it?"
Mark cut Musashi off without taking his eyes off Hercules. Musashi turned to Mark curiously, and Mark continued.
