Hiroto, while slightly disappointed that the boy in front of him wasn't a demon, took amusement in the returned yelling. Deep laughter was his reaction, slowly gaining in sound and heartiness. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Demon or not, you've got one hell of a temper. There's a fire in your heart, full of rage and anger. Why not let some of it out?</span>" The warrior suggested, slamming his own balled fist against the center of his chest to emphasize the word heart. Someone with that much fury would surely put up a good fight, and if Hiroto got an excuse to swing his club around while providing some form of 'therapy,' then for damn sure he was going to try to take it.<br/><br/>A wide smile crossed the half-oni's face, and his eyes were full of anticipation. For a few moments, he was silent, until the door opened again and another warrior entered. He turned to gaze at him, no doubt being extremely noticeable due to his size and the massive slab of metal slung over his shoulder. At the newcomer's shouting of his title, Hiroto's smile only grew more, and he turned to face Raiden head on. The wolf coming towards the bar only excited him further. The prospect of fighting two strong warriors, as well as a beast of that size, was unbelievably exhilarating. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Consider your challenge accepted!</span>" He shouted, standing up straight and gripping his club with both hands. As Raiden charged, Hiroto did as well, and every bar patron even slightly close to them bailed as fast as humanly possible.<br/><br/>From his bedroom's door, Akio gave a concerned expression. Two boisterous morons were about to break into what would likely be a very destructive battle, and they didn't even have the common decency to leave first. Disappearing behind the sliding door for a moment, he nabbed his sword and staff from the floor, slid on his sandals, and rushed back out. Before the other two could make contact, he dove between them, and raised his sword in Raiden's direction to deflect any incoming blades, while using his staff to trip Hiroto up, swinging the chained weapon around his ankle and tugging once it was far enough around.<br/><br/>"You know, it's<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>rude to fight in someone's place of business!" Akio shouted, glaring down at Hiroto, who had slipped and landed on his back. "If you two are going to do this, at least take it outside? There's people here who are trying to make a living, or trying to relax. There's no need for all of this." He spoke in a tone not unlike a parent scolding a child, which apparently gave profound amusement to Hiroto, as his reaction was, at first, only more laughter.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Fine then. But consider yourself next. Nobody interrupts me without consequence,</span>" Hiroto replied, pushing himself back to his feet using his club. With his free hand, he nudged Akio's shoulder, nearly knocking him over on the spot. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Out.</span>"<br/><br/>After a moment of hesitation, and locking eyes with the smiling giant, Akio turned and stepped outside. He 'sheathed' his staff by collecting the three sections together, and slid it into the space between his obi and kimono.