"Hmm..." Your father drawled in amusement as he gazed at himself in the mirror, at the wonderful mess on his face that was your childish attempt at giving him a "makeover".

Toji couldn't help the smile on his face at your innocence. You were just a small brainless sack of meat really... To think he gave up his title as Sorcerer Killer all for you was unbelievable to him.

He turned to lift you up, holding your small body in his arms. "Wow, kid. Y'could be a makeup artist."