Altair, The Sword Flower

I don't like the side of it in the morning. I want the morning to be quiet, and then I can deal with the future quite well. 

Relax, that's what I want and it's very difficult.

However, it seems that he does not understand.

He came to me as if I was a fugitive who had to be arrested immediately, he forgot all the etiquette that his family taught me since childhood. His head is just a useless decoration.

I looked at the stupid man in front of me. 

Really, should I hit the mushroom head once? 

Without me pulling out my sword, Altair had prepared to face them.  His body smaller than mine was advancing, he stared intently at them all. His shoulders were trembling, I had never seen him so badly.

So, I decided to observe it.

"It's an attitude that has no manners!" Altair stares annoyedly at Orlando, he's older than Altair but useless.

Orlando returned Altair's gaze casually, he looked down sarcastically and disdainfully.