us didn''t even bother to lift his head. He kept chewing,pletely unbothered. Without looking up, he muttered, "Put a leash on it, boy. This big daddy is eating." His voice was casual, almostzy, but the message was clear. He wasn''t interested in ying games.


    The room tensed. us''s response was enough to make jaws drop, He wasn''t bothered, not even in the slightest. If someone was calling him out like that, they either wanted attention or had something to prove. Neither option interested him.


    The young man stopped in his tracks, clearly taken aback by us''sck of response or more like his nonchnt response. His face reddened with anger. "Are you really that scared, us? Hiding behind your food?"


    us chuckled softly, finally ncing up. "Scared? Of you?" He leaned back,zily locking eyes with his challenger, a smirk ying on his lips. "No, I''m just not interested in wasting my time. But if you''re desperate for a beating, I can finish up here and give you some attention. Just don''t go running to your daddy when I''m done with you."


    A few people held their breath. The boldness of us''s insult was palpable. Everyone knew the young man challenging us—Taro Hiroshi, the youngest heir of the Hiroshi Great Family. Arrogant yet undeniably talented. He isn''t a nobody for us to be disrespecting like that.


    So for us to openly disrespect him like that, none of them couldn''t believe their eyes and ears.


    Taro''s eyes narrowed, fury mixing with disbelief. He had expected some kind of reaction, but not this level of defiance. "You think you can just brush me off?" he spat, taking a step closer. "You''re nothing but a cocky fool."


    us shrugged, unfazed. "Cocky? Maybe. But I''ve got the skills to back it up. What do you have? A title and a family name?


    That doesn''t scare me."


    The tension in the room thickened, as others exchanged uneasy nces. They could feel the impending sh, a storm brewing between two young warriors. Taro clenched his fists, his body tense with anger. "You think you''re better than me? I, Taro Hiroshi will show you what real power looks like."


    us wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a grin spreading across his face. "Power? Is that what you call throwing a tantrum? Come on, Taro. You should know better than to challenge someone who doesn''t care about your family Name. And yes, I don''t care if you are the son of the Devil himself.


    In my eyes, you are a nobody so act like one."


    us''s words hit like a p in the face to every Great Family heir present. He clearly didn''t care about any of them, especially those who harbored animosity toward him.


    "But wait," us suddenly said raising a finger "Why does it seem like you hate me for no reason? This is my first time in this city and my first time entering this Mansion. So why the hostility? Make no mistake, your family''s hospitality is great.


    I enjoyed my food and will savor dessert, but why does this have to include a jerk like you?" He raised an eyebrow, looking directly at Taro, who was clenching his fists in rage.


    "Wait, I didn''t steal your woman, did I?" us asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Who am I kidding? With a face like yours, you wouldn''t have such luck." He relished the way Taro''s anger was ring. Taro is handsome, ady''s man and he knows it, but he just has to poke the bear. Anna and Lily knew there was no use stopping him now.


    Taro clenched his fists, his anger simmering just below the surface. He had no words; us was a monster when it came to this verbal game. Instead of enjoying the same freedom he had when entering the room, Taro found himself made a fool, standing there and seething.


    As if sensing the tension, Anna leaned in, whispering something to us. A mischievous smile spread across his face after hearing what she whispered into his ears.


    "On second thought, Taro, I ept your challenge. And don''t worry—you can use your sword. I''ll just use this spoon." us picked up a five-inch spoon from the table and began walking toward Taro.


    His action caught everyone off guard. A spoon? Was he serious? The room erupted into murmurs, disbelief etched on every face.


    Taro''s expression shifted from anger to confusion, then to rage. "You think this is a joke?" he shouted


    us shrugged, twirling the spoon between his fingers like a seasoned warrior wielding a dagger. "Not at all. I just want to keep things light. You seem so tense" us said with a puffy expression making the others don''t know whether tough or cry.


    The crowd around them watched in a mix of amusement and shock. us was known for his unpredictability, but this was a new level of absurdity. He gave a Legacy heir Handicap, now how, he is giving Taro another handicap? Spoon, really.


    "Are you really going to fight me with that?" Taro scoffed, trying to regain hisposure.


    "Why not? I figured a little spoon would be enough to take care of a honey bastard like you," us replied, gesturing with the spoon as if he were scooping up honey.


    Laughter erupted from the onlookers, and even some of Taro''s anger seemed to falter in the face of us''s ridiculousness. us spun the spoon in his fingers, looking back at Taro.


    "Look at you, Taro," us continued, "getting all worked up over a kitchen utensil. If that''s all it takes to rattle you, maybe you should reconsider this whole warrior thing."


    Taro red, his face twisting with a mix of fury and humiliation. "You think this is funny? I''ll make you regret this!"


    us just chuckled, stepping closer, spoon held high like a knight with his sword. "I''m counting on it. Show me what you''ve got!"


    The hall wasrge enough to amodate a simple spar between friends, but the tension felt anything but casual. Taro, despite his status as a Great Family heir, drew his sword and looked at us like he was prey. "Don''t regret thister," he warned, charging at us with determination.


    us smirked as Taro closed the distance. When Taro got close, he stabbed his sword forward, clearly intent on hurting us. But us merely sidestepped a glint of amusement in his eyes.


    In one fluid motion, he subtly kicked his leg forward, cing it right between Taro''s legs. Before Taro could react, his sword flew from his hand as he tripped over us''s leg. He crashed to the floor, his face hitting the ground first with a thud.


    The hall erupted inughter, the sight of Taro''s face hitting the floor first was just tooical to watch. us stood over him, spoon raised in triumph. "Looks like you forgot to watch your footing, honey bastard!" he teased.


    Taro groaned, pushing himself up and ring at us, his pride wounded. "This isn''t over," he hissed, his face flushed with embarrassment.


    "Oh, I wouldn''t dream of it!" us replied, still grinning. "Let''s see if you can actuallynd a hit this time."


    Taro picked up his sword again, fury in his eyes, and charged at us. But before he knew it, his face was hitting the floor once more. Once again the youngsters in the roomughed but not all. Taro''s fall wasical, but not all of them knew how it happened until the second fall.


    He charged at us for the third time, but before he could take any action, he was falling on the floor, face first. Theughter in the hall suddenly stopped.


    The first fall was amusing; it could happen to anyone. The second was still funny—just a coincidence. But a third? That was something else entirely. us had made Taro''s handsome face hit the ground thrice already.


    "Wanna try it again?" us taunted, his smirk growing wider. "To think someone who has his eyes on my girlfriend would be this weak. How disappointing." The look on us''s face said it all—Taro''s challenge was bing a waste of time.


    "Please, when is dessert getting ready?" us suddenly asked.


    p, p, p.


    Before Taro could move, apuse rang out from one of the entrances, cutting through the tension. Everyone turned to see who had arrived.