"Are you sure you want to do this, father?" Agni asked, his expression tinged with a rare sense of worry.
Vijay, hearing the concern in his son's words, smiled with contentment, but firmly shook his head. "Brat, don't look down on your father just because I'm old. I'm capable of beating your ass even now, so worry about your own business. If something goes wrong in the rear, I'll be sure to hold you responsible."
Agni didn't get angry; instead, he felt helpless. He knew this would be the case, but still he tried. What if his father changed his mind and retreated back to the rear and switched roles with him? In the end, what happened was simply what he expected; the only catch was that he had hoped it would not.
"In that case, I will be waiting for us to spar once again, father, and I promise to go easy on you."
'This brat,' Vijay cursed in his mind, but the widening smile on his face betrayed his thoughts.
