Tomb of the Blooming Blade (2)

Getting pushed around by his little brother… how shameful. 

"So, you gonna let me through, or do you want me to force you out of here?" The boy asked, slowly walking towards Orme, who slowly shuffled back. 

A single sword slowly whirled around the boy, and this sword seemed to be made of some of the highest quality metal out there. 

I made sure nobody stepped in right now as if he wanted to be king, he had to show something worth working with. 

I'm not gonna make a pussy a king amongst men. 

As I stepped behind Orme, he was no longer able to back up, and the boy in front of him quickly sized him up, forcing Orme to tilt his head away. 

Even as the boy's sword scraped his neck, he didn't do anything about it, greatly disappointing me and my friends, who just looked at Orme with pitiful eyes.