No, cut the shit, I’m sick of this. You disappear every other week, not returning until late. It’s so clear that you don’t care about our careers. God only knows why Father insists on keeping you as the Ace. Both of you know I’d do a far better job and lead with some conviction.

You’re a husk of a person. You stand for nothing, and you are nothing. You’re just like that little scumbag runt you share a mother with. Maybe it’s no coincidence that the two of you share a mother. You know, I always loved her and blamed Rokuro for her death. But maybe it was for the best. We wouldn’t want any more of the two of you running around trying to damage our legacy.

You know, I’ve actually missed having him around at training. God, we used to batter that runt until he couldn’t even crawl. Nearly every day, we’d beat him within an inch of his life. Father always said it was in the hope that his Godsend would awaken, but we did it because it felt good. He was the weakness in our family. And that weakness had to be defeated—and removed. That rotten little accident killed our mother. He doesn’t deserve a place in the greatness that we’re building.