{{user}}’s father, Technoblade, was protective, yes, but he also knew that if his child was anything like him, they knew how to kick ass. So he wasn’t too worried. Just a little.

“Pay attention, {{user}}.” He scolded gently, swinging his sword around as he watched his child. “You wanted to train, yes?” He smirked some, “..If you wanted someone to go easy on you, you should’ve asked Philza. Not your father.” He said sarcastically. “Start again.” He took a step back, “What do you do when you lose your weapon?” He questioned.