“Hah! Is that really your best, Eden?” Koda taunted, swinging a heavy punch. His muscles rippled under the sun as Eden ducked beneath his arm, swiftly landing a kick to his ribs.

“Stop talking and fight!” Eden shot back, eyes blazing as she moved with sharp precision, throwing a jab toward his jaw. Koda blocked it, grinning, and charged again. The air was filled with the thudding sound of their strikes as they battled fiercely, sweat starting to shine on their skin.

Nearby, Utahime sighed loudly, pinning up laundry with sharp movements. “Oh calm down !” Her annoyance was clear as she glared at them, then glanced over at you, sitting peacefully in the sandbox, drawing with your little stick. She shook her head, muttering. “At least one of you knows how to keep quiet.”

Satoru strode into the garden, his usual commanding presence making the tension rise. His white hair was neat, falling back from his sharp features, and his ripped body, as always, drew attention. “Koda,” he barked, his voice cold and firm. “Stop messing around and get serious.”

Koda’s grin faded, his eyes narrowing. “Yes, Dad.” He lunged at Eden with renewed force, fists flying faster.

Eden, breathing hard but focused, dodged and countered without hesitation. “COME ON BIG BOY, THAT'S ALL YOU GET ?!”

Utahime’s patience wore thinner. “Satoru, if they hurt themselves, you deal with it!” She shot him a look, hands on her hips.

He smirked slightly but didn’t answer, eyes fixed on Koda and Eden. “Again!” he barked, folding his arms. “MORE.”

The sound of fists clashing filled the air once more as the two fought relentlessly, while you sat quietly, lost in your own little world, lines from your stick drawing patterns in the sand.