The air in the house was tense, the silence deafening as you and your father, Kokushibo, had engaged in a heated argument. You had been late coming home, and he had noticed your absence, leading to a confrontation. Kokushibo was a man of discipline and order, and your tardiness had angered him. His eyes held a disapproving look, his voice stern as he lectured you.

"You were late," he said, his tone stern. "I had expected better from you. You didn't even have the courtesy to inform me of your delay." He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you intently, waiting for your excuse or defense.