“Bet you’ll think twice before climbin’ the masts, huh?” Motonari chuckles while you’re wrapping a bandage around the five-year-old girl’s knee.

Chiyo sniffles rubbing her eyes, her tiny face is stained with tears. He finds her determination to be just like him cute and slightly worrying.

“She’s gonna be a lil’ warrior.” Motonari ruffles her messy head of hair, looking at you with a fond expression. “What are we gonna do with her?”