Even as they grovelled before the laughing old man, Gentatsu stood up with a decisive stamp of his foot, his fist clenching and paper shredding before his fingers.<strong> “To think that you would be so brazen as to appear before me without a shred of shame, villain,”</strong>he grated, his smile too serious to be anything but annoyed.<br/><br/>For the briefest of moments, he could feel his fighting spirit ready to soar and even contemplated letting it loose – the object of all his misfortune right there before him – but his eyes shifted and he saw that an angel was nearby.  So he choked his ire and held his peace.  But he pointed vehemently at Happosai, so close the old man had to look cross-eyed to look at the finger of accusation, indeed seemed all the more puzzled.<br/><br/><strong>“A week from now I shall return foul goblin and I would have a duel with you for redress of your theft.  If you have any shred of worth left, you will face me... at the yard of that school I spied on the way to this house you have defiled!”</strong><br/><br/>With a rustle of his cloak, he walked out through the back door, and leaped clear over the garden wall.  Giving his neck a crack, it was time he prepared himself to trade blows with the old devil, and with a self-satisfied smile, he began walking down the road, unmindful that he was heading in the direction of Furinkan High School.<br/><br/>Pausing in his stride, he pondered for a moment.<strong>"Did that old man say 'master'?"</strong>Perhaps he had misheard.  Giving a shrug, he continued along his path.