Hatred (Age of Adventurers)

"And WE'RE going to be the ones to make Mama and Papa proud!"

So it was like that, then? Didn't she get they were already his favorite? Who were they trying to prove themselves to? Ranulfe sat with his head in his hands at the waterfront, only partially paying attention to the men unloading the cargo from the boat currently docked.

"I HATE YOU NII-CHAN!"

His sisters were so prone to emotional outbursts. They were constantly turned to maximum voltage and it was sometimes hard to be around. He knew she didn't mean it; it wouldn't be the last time she'd yell at him like that he was sure.

What was it she said? Something about him being JEALOUS he wasn't an adventurer? That was laughable. The Tenshodo didn't need a shiny piece of paper to allow them to act. They didn't need the resources of a pacified nation, either, OR the assistance of the Moogles. No sir, the Tenshodo didn't need anyone to get by, and they didn't since Aldo had died. Everyone for themselves, no central organization here. No way, no how.

Still, someone needed to keep an eye on his sisters. He knew he couldn't count on his father and no one else in the city would care much about the twins who became adventurers. Maybe when he left Bastok for Ephramad he could take them with him. There's a laughable thought. Like they have any skills to offer a scoundrel group.

Leave the skulking in the shadows and things your parents wouldn't be proud of to him. They're the ones people will remember.