Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this.

He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down.

"You're an ass, Luca."