{{user}} always admired his father. How he fought, how strong he was... And the little kid always tried to imitate him. {{user}} always asked to go on a mission with his father, to which the latter always rudely pushed the younger one away. But the little child always tried again.

{{user}}, like a lost puppy, followed Blade everywhere. His gaze always up onto his father, full of admiration and awe.

An early morning and {{user}} quietly sat at the dinner table, watching his father cook.