Ethan's eye twitched again. "Play time's over, old man. Fight me for real this time and I'll do the same."
"Oho?" Mochi's smile widen. "I like your determination, boy. But where is this confidence coming from?"
Then, his eyes swept towards the outer bound of the stage where his opponent's company was standing.
Ethan followed where his eyes landed and held back the feral growl bubbling in his throat.
"From them, perhaps? Are they your family [1]?"
"And what if they are?" He sees no point in trying to hide it, especially from him.
"Well, too bad for you then. I told you, haven't I? When I beat you, I'll come after them next."
"Heh," Ethan scoffed. "You can try."
"You trust them to beat me when even you, their boss, can't?"
"Undoubtedly. But that situation won't happen because I'll win." Ethan took something from the inside pocket of his leather jacket. "And correction, I'm not the boss."
His wife is.