"FWLS55" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

me to be the next master, the next teacher of Wae Spat, not you."

"You can't be his daughter if that's the case," Joey said.
"Jim Bob was on tour for the last sixteen years, not on Earth,
certainly not in... what village was it?"

"The name is not important."

"I think the chick's lying," Zeebo commented aloud, munching
a few more crackers. One of my spatulas neatly embedded itself
in the wall next to his ear.

"I do not lie," I warned him. I turned to Joey, angrier
than I have ever been in my seventeen years. "If either of us is
an imposter, it is YOU, sir. How DARE you dishonor the memory of
the Tatewaki family by lying you way into the slot of Wae Spat
master?!"

"Miss, I ain't been snowing you. I don't know who you think
you are, but it's impossible for you to be his daughter. Even if
you were, I can't exactly turn the dojo over to you. The
paperwork would be hell and then I'd be out of the only job I've
had in two years."

"If you will not give it up voluntarily to the only real
Tatewaki here," I declared, "Then I challenge you as a dojo
yaburi!"

Joey paused.

"What's that mean again?" he asked Zeebo, who just shrugged,
a little shaken up by four inches of steel stuck next to his
head.

"It means, if you lose, I get your dojo sign, so I can go
establish the only TRUE Tatewaki school of Wae Spat," I said.

"How're you planning on taking a frosted window?" Joey
asked. "It'll shatter."

I reached out and broke his neck.

Or tried to. I was just too angry, being told my father was
dead, being called a liar, being treated like a common criminal
here to do injustice at this false dojo. Anger blocks reaction,
and Joey slipped away from me well before I had reached him.

Joey pulled a large spatula from behind his back, the two-
handed model. It was another of the many kinds of spatulas
available in Wae Spat, but I preferred the double-bladed spatulas