A disciple’s problems

Incredulous, Henriksson stared Hans in the eyes.

"Don't fuck with me! how could my master ever…

'Bang'

A good and old punch managed to shut his mouth before he could go any further in his useless talk.

'Ahh!!' cried to himself the young man touching his head where he had just received a hit.

'Look at him, just a few minutes and he's already back to his old self, maybe I should've left him in that basement for another couple of days.

Mhh, actually, he probably would've died, when I got there I almost mistook him for a skeleton.

Anyway, how do I prove that his master is dead?'

"Do you really think your master is still alive?"

Asked Hans to the man.

"I do, don't try to convince me of anything else.

These kinds of mind tricks won't work on me."

"Sigh… well then, I'll tell you the truth, I don't care if you won't believe me, you'll manage to realize I was right sooner or later"