EDIT: still needs work.
His mother beside him held half-delight in her smile. Yachimata looked at her briefly until his eyes darted forward. A harsh stepping heard.
"My father taught me what behooves a gentleman through etiquette and honor." A bitter grit clamped. "You have no right to say that is all a delusion."
"Your father," Youjahime snickered, half-amused, "who is he? What is his name?"
"Choe." The red-hair fencer said. "Choe Min-Seung."
There where times like this Yachimata is glad that he never knew his father. He didn't have to answer long, and would shrug off anything that he saw paternal. Wanting to go excuse himself, again, he looked at his mother. He frowned instantly. Youjahime sighed, swaying her shoulders, she muttered what was unheard.
Both Yachimata and Ya-Seung-Cheol blanked their stare.