1)erm... why do all the ancient peng names sound japanese? SORRY IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE THAT TO ME

2) two suggestions: seeing as I only wrote part one of the Green Toast, why'd you start a new subplot O.o

and discussions for the thing are only to be done during MATH and CHINESE and... in-between-lesson time because its... safe?

okok here's

Samurai peng was, undoubtedly, nervous. 

And who wouldn't be, in his position? 

To sum up what the last part said... how would you feel if you had the obligation to fight someone who was, beyond a shadow of doubt, better than you in swordplay, martial arts, stealth, agility, strategic thinking and everything else necessary to win a duel? Yes, he had one brother to protect him, but you also had to make sure he was safe, plus another brother, drunk, so drunk he might fight against you instead of the enemy. And this enemy, he was determined to kill Samurai and his brothers. The revolution had ruined everything he had lived for, and revenge had been boiling in him for ages, and ages to come.

Basically, he was ready to face death. Well, not quite ready, but things couldn't wait much longer, Shadow Peng was already blurting out their room number and on the verge of handing Green Toast the keys. He felt a tap from his right.

"Let's go!" Flphthbt hissed under his breath "I'm ready to face what he's got."

If my brother so young can be so brave, yet why not I be able to summon my courage up? Yea, all living creatures, men and Pengs alike, will in the end have to leave, dust to dust, a stone over our heads. Why not die quickly yet, while I can! Moreover... death is not certain. I am not here to kill him, it is he. All I need do is get away, alive, with my brothers. Samurai peng reassured himself. Or rather, decieved himself, for he was really shaking, subconsciously, in fear.

And they leapt together, from their room's balcony, into the darkness. Landing on the roof silently, they continued to watch the Green Toast and Shadow's conversation. 

"We must get there before he kills our brother!" Samurai whispered to Flphthbt. But they had been trained to jump and land in stealth and silence, not to speak. And the sharp ears, or whatever he used to hear, of the Green Toast were alerted. How he could make out Samurai Peng's voice amidst the chatter and general noise in the dining area on the ground floor, nobody knew. But he looked up, and even in the pitch darkness, figured out where they were and leapt up to the second floor as if he were an insect, finding footing all along the wall. (Yes, though a slice of toast, he did have feet.) Lifting his night vision goggles from an old money belt, he made his way to the brothers like lightning. They lifted their swords in defense, but he soared into the air and landed behind the duo. Fortunately, Samurai spun around in time and sparred with him for a while, defending himself and his brother. Green Toast was trying to get at the less skilful Flphthbt first, but Samurai kept up a good defense, not wanting his impatient brother to attack the Green Toast, because he knew Peng Flphthbt overestimated himself. This went on a while, but Samurai was becoming exhausted, and Flphthbt was getting worried.  As Samurai was struck on his shoulder, his brother could resist it no more, leaping over Samurai's head, flying in between them.

But the Green Toast knew what he was like and predicted that this would happen, and stabbed his arm with ease, even with a sword. Surprised, Flphthbt faltered, and as a result was pinned to the rooftop and stabbed again, this time in the heart. All this within seconds, Samurai was too shocked to react quickly enough. Overcome with grief and anger, he found new  energy, but was careful to keep himself from becoming rash. They duelled some more, but Green Toast was old, and had he not been toasted and had mould on himself as a young trainee in Sir Jiang's army, he would have almost been a full loaf by now. As such, he was too busy trying to block Samurai, his best disciple's slashes, and at the same time trying to attack. They parried, and it was obvious who was winning, though he was overconfident with the defeat of Flphthbt. Backing off from Samurai slowly while the latter advanced, he was too preoccupied with trying to win the duel to realise that he was near the edge of the roof.

One more step... just one more step Samurai started attacking more aggressively, but he didn't need to. His old master lost his footing, and in the moment of weakness and doubt, Samurai pushed him down with the tip of his sword and checked to see that he was at least unconscious. Then he ran over to Flphthbt, only to find that he was beyond recovery. Beyond the life they'd imagined together, as brothers living in luxury.

He didn't talk to Shadow for the next week.