That did it. I snapped and released ferocious growl that echoed throughout the Throne room. Within a blink of an eye, I pulled my katana out and thrust it just enough for a small bead of his blood to slide across the razor sharp edge as I held it at the throat of the man I once called father. I was shaking with rage just containing the monster who wanted out. A tremor could be seen as held back till Master gave me the go ahead. Nobody insults my Master and lives another day. He is more of a father to me, than this man standing before me ever was.