Saying that, I was half-expecting for him to lunge at me—because I was expecting some pride and entitlement since he was the General's son—but he just put up a frown and let the remark slide, telling me he was as "special" as he thought he was and simple provocations wouldn't work on him.
However, since Seb also kept to himself, didn't that defeat the purpose of being special because there were already two of them in the same room that did the same thing?
At this point in time, there was still a handful of hours before it reached midnight but what better way to hit several birds with a stone was this scene that was laid out for me.
From my understanding, these three people in front of me needed a teacher where one was here solely for swordsmanship while the other two were here for god's knows what but if we left everything to my discretion and their own understanding, they'd just learn how I deal with things on a regular basis.
Besides, I had a new-found ability that I haven't had the chance to expand upon so in my point of view, I had three little guinea pigs I could do everything I want on... but in a more research-like and not the Lopez-like way.
And yeah, let's not talk about the complicated relationship the other two—JP and Seb—have with each other but instead of having them beat each other up to vent their frustrations, they'd now have to find some common ground—Isaac included—so they'd survive the night I had planned just now for the three of them.
So, what better way to start our "lesson" than to call out the one that had everything handed to him on a silver platter.
On a side note, this place had several "Bastons" a.k.a. the sticks used for Arnis so the two half-brothers already had one on each hand like Isaac and I were because we didn't have anything better. I would've preferred the ones Isaac brought over before but it seemed like he left everything on our last temporary residence.
I pointed to JP and beckoned him over, "You. C'mere."
"Hmm?"
"You wanna learn from me, right?"
"I'm not exactly sure what you're playing at—"
"You and me both, Mr. Baron... but, this thing here is the first thing that popped into my mind so I'm gonna give you a taste regardless of whether this was what your father wanted me to teach you or not."
JP still stood in place after pondering for a bit, "What exactly are you gonna teach me though?"
I let out a chuckle, "I'm gonna hit you with this stick and if you manage to block it, we're done."
"..."
"Okay?"
"..."
"I'm gonna start now—"
"Wait."
"Hmm?"
"That's it?"
"Yep."
"That's too—"
Before JP had the chance to finish his sentence, I let out a short chuckle before I flicked my wrist and right as he thought I aimed for his left shoulder—coming from a downward-right slash from his side—it actually came from an upward-left slash that lightly tapped his right shoulder.
The look on his fucking face was fucking~ indescribable and the way he had his guard on the opposite side of where my attack was supposed to be not only confused him but also the other two that would've done the same thing if they were in his shoes.
"What the—"
"No fucking way..."
"I was sure that—"
I chuckled at their reactions, "What? That's just the practice swing. The next one's the real thing."
"Hah! That's where you're wrong now. You thought I was the only one that could do this?" I said as I did it again.
"FUCKING ASSHOLE! STOP! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD TALK HERE?!"
As I turned to the two, they were one sneeze away from fainting but all I could do for them was throw them a bar of chocolate each and hope for the best. But in the meantime, I dragged over Isaac so we could clean up the place we just used because let's be real here, with the state they were on, I doubt they could do much physical activity.
But yeah, I was surprised that Isaac could help me clean—much less stand up—though there were plenty of times when I saw him almost lose his footing. However, it didn't take long before he looked like he wanted to hear more of the subject we quickly glanced over though I was already about to head to where Kaley and the others were.
I sighed before I turned around to face him, "Alright. I'll answer some questions that I want to but when I ask you questions of my own, you have to answer them whether you want to or not."
"Wha—"
"I know it's not fair, to say the least, but that's just the way it goes and I don't want to talk about those people to someone I just met a few days ago."
Isaac began to scratch his head with a dejected expression, "Fine, you win. Ask me everything you want now so we don't have this silly back-and-forth game where we try to juggle two conversations at the same time."
"Why don't you just split your consciousness into two?"
"HUH?! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! BRO—"
I cackled as I snorted, "I was kidding you numbnut. Anyway, Kishin-Ryuu School of Martial Arts..."
"You talking about the place I studied kendo?"
"Yep."
"What about it?"
"Who's the owner?"
"Hmm? Why do you ask?"
I almost beat the shit out of this idiot, "You said you'd answer— Nevermind, I'm going to sleep—"
"Wait! Wait! I'm sorry! His name's Kenji Sato—"
"Pfft..."
"Hmm? What?"
"No fucking way that the owner of that place's name is Kenji Sato..."
"Wait, why?"
"Does he look like a Kenji Sato? That's like the most common Japanese name if you Google that shit."
"Really? Huh. I thought it was weird at first too but no one's saying anything so I went along with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well~ First of all... he's white—"
I almost choked on my spit and died then and there, "No fucking way..."
"Oh! For some reason, he talks in this weird accent too..."
"Uh-huh."
"He always likes to listen to Drive, Wonderwall, and even Scars at times but I thought I disassociated when he told me that our dojo's actually Chinese. And yeah! Can you believe that his favorite "anime" was Mulan? Ah— S-Sensei? You okay? You look— BRO!
WHAT ARE YOU— SOMEONE CALL 911— 117!!!"