"I've never told you that you are my clone?" Shiyu Genmi said.
Shiyu Zhongyi bowed his head in thought.
"No." He spoke calmly, "But I conducted my own investigation previously, so I've known for a while."
"Ah~~~" Shiyu Genmi nodded in understanding, "Truly worthy of being my son, truly worthy of being me."
He cowered and chuckled mischievously, just like a father with a poor taste in jokes talking to his son. "Then why haven't you rebelled?"
"..."
A Sword of Justice materialized in Shiyu Zhongyi's hand. He pointed the tip of his rapier at his "father's" neck, subtly adjusting its position as if searching for an angle to deliver a fatal blow without causing pain. He seemed to find the right position and the Sword of Justice thrust upward like lightning!
The blade didn't touch Genmi's skin; it passed close to his hair. Shiyu Zhongyi lifted the handle of the sword and tapped it lightly, yet firmly, on his father's head.
Thump.
