Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

A dead man's son is an old man's disciple (3)

Babo's smirk widened. "Yes way. But first, wash the dishes. And you have to learn how to cook properly. I'm not going to cook forever."

Jin picked up the fallen chopsticks and dusted them. "At least give me some time to digest the food..." he muttered.

Babo chuckled as he walked away. "You'll get used to it."

Jin watched as Babo entered the house. He sighed and looked at the empty bowls on the table. "How can he eat so much?.." he wondered as he collected the empty bowls. "This is stupid."

After he collected the empty bowls, he walked into the kitchen, filled with stacks of dirty bowls. His eyes widened and his jaws dropped at the sight of this.

"W-What?!" he muttered as he neared the sink. "Do you even wash, old man!?" he yelled.

. . .

No response.

Jin sighed heavily.

"Man..."

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, scrubbing the dishes one by one. The weights on his wrists made the task even more arduous, and he could feel his muscles protesting with each movement.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered, his frustration growing with every dish. "I came here to train, not to be a housemaid," he said as he stacked the clean bowls.

"I ha-"

Crash!

Jin looked down in horror at the broken bowl shards scattered across the floor. "Great," he muttered. "Just what I needed."

"What is that!?"

Babo rushed to the kitchen. "What just broke?!" he shouted, his voice piercing through Jin's ear.

Jin's heart race as Babo's footsteps grew louder. He hurriedly gathered the shattered bowl and hid it in his sleeve.

Babo stormed into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the area. "What happened?" he demanded, his gaze narrowing on Jin.

Jin swallowed a big lump in his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "N-Nothing. W-What are you talking about?" he said, his arms crossed.

Babo scanned Jin's expression. "Nothing, eh?" He walked closer, towering over Jin. "Where did that loud sound come from, Jin?"

Jin started to sweat as he looked at Babo's expression. His arms tightened as he crossed his arms. "Nothing... M-Maybe just a coincidence..?"

Babo's expression grew darker. "Nonsense," he said as he grabbed Jin's arm. "You're hiding it, are you not?"

Jin shakes his head hurriedly. "N-No... Certainly not!" he said nervously as he sweats profusely.

"Sure, 'Right'," Babo said sarcastically. His gripped tightened on Jin's arm, causing Jin to wince. "Show me," Babo demanded.

Jin hesitated, but the stern look in Babo's eyes left no room for argument. Reluctantly, he pulled the broken bowl shards from his sleeve and held them out. "It was an accident," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to break it. It's just that the rings are heavy..."

Babo scoffed and he crossed his arms. "I'll let you have this one, Jin. But if I caught you doing this again, I'll... I'll... You'll see!"

He slowly walked to his room. "Continue! And don't break my bowls!"

Jin let out a sigh of relief as Babo walked away, muttering under his breath. "Great, now I have to worry about breaking bowls too." He finished cleaning up the shards and resumed washing the dishes, his muscles protesting more with each passing minute.