"Brother! Please! I'm 5 years younger than you!" The boy cried out. Another boy, 11 years of age, stood over him, smiling evilly. "Oh, come on, brother." He says. "That won't make me spare you." The older brother held his sword with the blade facing down, getting ready to hit the little brother and end the match. Suddenly, a belt is hit towards the older brother. Having feline reflexes, he dodges the belt and exhales before looking up. "Like father, like son." The older brother's father had entered the room. "I used to do battles with my brother all the time. But I learned not to do them anymore." The father began spinning his belt. "Which is why you need to stop." The boy raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "Stop? I was in the middle of ending it!" The father stepped forward. "Don't talk back to me." The boy gripped his saber and frowned angrily. "I'll stop talking once you back off." The father sighs and gripped the belt. "Don't make me use this." The boy took a step back and got into a proper fighting stance. "I'd like to see you try." The father got into a fighting stance as well. "So be it."
Generation vs generation.
Who shall prevail?
Stay tuned.
