Eijiro PoV
I watched as Father trained in his training room. His foot steps made the floor tremble as he thrust his spear forward and several other spear techniques. His biceps and other muscles stretched and relaxed with every other movement. The red lines on his body, left overs from past wounds, decorated his body. On his back was one he didn't have before. Had he gotten it against the man who made the sandstorm?
Kina poked her head in too and smiled. "Daddy!"
Father stopped and glanced at us. "Kids. Go play somewhere else. I'm training. You might get hurt if you stay here."
Kina's face fell slightly, clearly disappointed. "But we want to watch!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with excitement.
"You don't understand, Kina. I'm using techniques that could be dangerous if I slip up," he replied, his tone stern but not unkind. I could see the conflict in his gaze; he didn't want to discourage us but also valued our safety above all.
