A few hours later!
At Ratsujin's house!
Ratsujin was sitting on the couch in his living room, gazing at the television before him. Every light in the house was turned off, as it was 2 AM.
Everyone in the house was sleeping except for Ratsujin. He was eagerly waiting for his Dad to arrive.
Ratsujin looked down at his shirt. His eyes were locked on the exact part of his shirt that had stitches under it.
"Is it heal?" Ratsujin asked himself while the television light reflected on his brown hair.
Ratsujin was curious to know if the pain had left his body. He slowly extends his right arm while gazing at the stitches spot with his bright red eyes.
Slowly and gently, Ratsujin placed his hand over the spot, but just as his finger landed over his shirt. Uneasiness and Pain surged in every single vein of Ratsujin's body the moment his hand landed over the stitches.
Ratsujin swiftly moved his hand away as he gritted his teeth. "ARGHH!!"
Ratsujin made an aggressive grunt filled with pain, but even in such pain, Ratsujin managed to keep his voice down so none of his family members woke up cause of him.
Ratsujin tightly clenched onto the couch as the pain continued to surge in his body. "AARRGGHH!!"
"Why Did I Do That!"
"WHY DID I DO THAT!!" Ratsujin spoke in his mind, his eyes as tight as ever closed. The pain was overwhelming his body. With each passing second, the pain was increasing and increasing.
"IT WAS FINE EARLIER. I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT THAT MUCCCHH!!" Ratsujin screamed in his mind.
"DAAAAD!!" Ratsujin called for Asta in his mind.
Just as Ratsujin spoke to himself, footsteps noise pierced through the air and landed in Ratsujin's ear.
Ratsujin did hear the footstep's voice, but the pain was distracting him. He continued to groan silently in pain.
Suddenly, a man enters the living room. This man was wearing a pure white suit with a black tie. He hands two rings, one in each of his hands. This man is none other than Asta, Ratsujin's father.
Asta looked at his son, getting overwhelmed in pain. Asta clenched his hands into firm fists as he saw his son in pain.
"KAAAAKK!" A cracking sound emerged from Asta's finger as he turned it into a fist. His fist was so that if there was sand in his hand, it would have frozen in his fist.
Ratsujin also hears the cracking sound. He slowly tilted his neck to see where it came from. His bright red eyes met Asta's red eyes in the dark.
"DAD!" Ratsujin jolted up from the couch as he saw Asta. All the pain that he suffering with instantly faded away like a breeze the moment Ratsujin's eyes looked at Asta's face.
Asta's face acted as a pain killer for Ratsujin.
Ratsujin wasted no time. He rushed towards his dad to greet him.
"Dad! You are back." Ratsujin said with a smile as he stood before Asta.
Asta's finger was still turned into a fist. He could not forget the sight of seeing his son in pain, but he could not let his son get more worried.
Asta took a deep long breath to calm himself. As he was exhaling he opened his fist, but his fingers were still trying to form a fist as if Asta wanted to do much worse to the people who hurt his son, but he did not want his son to know about such things. Asta forced his fingers to open as he knelt before Ratsujin.
Asta matched his height with Ratsujin and said, "I have something for you."
As soon as Asta spoke, he gently grabbed Ratsujin's left arm with his right arm, and then he pulled out something from his coat with his left arm and placed it in the middle of Ratsujin's palm.
Asta spoke again with a gentle smile, "Here you go.."