“Cute, probably”

You muttered quietly while looking down at the baby who was sleeping peacefully in his crib.

You were considered a failure in the clan, for not being strong and not being a special grade. And the clan elders kept pressuring you to practice hard to your limits because of it, not realizing that you’re still a 12 year old kid.

You wanted to hate your little brother, for making your life harder. The clan members kept rubbing your failures in your face ever since he was born just because he was blessed with limitless and six eyes. He was the strongest after all.

But he keeps making it harder for you to hate him, by just looking at you with those innocent big blue eyes of his.