Chapter 348: All That Mattered Was Here, Them
[KAWAI]
Tamiko was on a streak with his father, and the Lycan Lord was sick of them. What had begun as a challenge for the father to train the son had swiftly turned into something that the Lycan Lord regretted ever being a part of.
Here they were, on the fourth day of what would go down as one of the worst decisions that Lord Sadako had ever made. The poor man had been stuck here watching the father and son play like there weren’t other things that they needed to do.
And for a moment, the Lycan lord blamed it on the way that Kawai had been structured to move on and function even without the king for a few days. Oh, he hated that he had been the one to make it so, but fuck it if he didn’t wish for a break from these two.
"Again," Tamiko spoke excitedly, making his uncle let out another groan. There was no knowing with these two. This was a daunting challenge from the very beginning, and they were the monsters that Sadako had cultivated himself.
He just had to pay the price for it, and boy, was it a really high price this time. He hadn’t thought much about it when the game began, and he had encouraged the kid not to go slow on his father, who was struggling to lose every game.
King Zaffuto knew that he had to lose, but it was a little hard seeing as he was genuinely losing at the hands of his son. It was the first time someone was besting him, and that had him curious even more.
He had never gotten to this point, truly, and he was honestly fascinated by the sheer idea of being bested by his kid. It was the one thing that had him up and about, praying while playing, and yet smiling sheepishly at the thought of being bested by Liana.
It was honestly a beautiful moment for them, so when Tamiko said, again, the mad king didn’t have any other option but to agree to be challenged.
"I will best you this time," the king said, hopefully it was sickening to Lord Sadako’s ears. So far, he had only won thirty out of the eighty-five games that they had played, and that went to show that maybe he wasn’t always born to be the best.
But then the king wasn’t complaining, not if the one that genuinely bested him was his son. It was the reminder that sometimes there were genes and some traits really did run in their blood, either way.
This was a heaven for the two and a hell for Lord Sadako, who couldn’t remember if he was on the hundredth cup of coffee thanks to these two bastards or if he was on the tenth plate of ribs.