“His father is Matsuda Takeru,” Hyori said, “master of the Whispering Blade, the greatest swordsman on the mountain.” “And a terrible teacher,” Misaki said. “The extent of his instruction is to cross his arms, glower, and say, ‘Bad. Do it again.” She pulled her face into a scowl and plunged to the lower limit of her vocal register to affect her husband’s clipped monotone. “Still bad. Do it again. Listen. Get it right or I’ll gut you, you disgrace. What do you mean you don’t understand? What’s to understand? Just do it right.”
Asian parenting, I would know
