The three members from the guild kept Kakashi and Eya under their wands as Father walked to the stair.
Hitori grunted. He was squatting on the ground, his back was hurting, and so was his jaw. The blood mixed with his sweat and dropped down his chin to the wooden landing.
Hitori took deep breaths to control his panting. He heard a metal clank against something soft, Hitori raised his head and found a black metal box flying towards his head.
He saw Father's leg raised in the air, behind the box, near the stairs. "Take your fucking box," he said.
Hitori raised his hand and grabbed the box, but fell on his butt. He felt the gun against his hip. He pushed himself off the ground and got to his knees.
He looked at the box in his hands. It was just as new, just covered in dust from the side. He glared at Father again.
His frown expanded. "I told you… not to glare at me!"