Let me wash up, and I’ll have a look at your friend. In the meantime, you two can have a seat in the kitchen. My wife will have tea and food ready for you in a moment.” “Kotetsu Kama, please, that isn’t necessary,” Mamoru protested. “We don’t want to impose—” “Nonsense, Mamoru-dono. You’re not imposing. This is your house, as it is ours.” “We don’t need to eat your food—” “And what will I tell Matsuda Takeru-dono? That I sent his injured son away with an empty stomach? You’ll stay for dinner,” Kotetsu said with a note of finality that shut Mamoru up.
Asian "humility"
