You were like a corrupt teenager. You did things like drinking, smoking, not caring about anything, because you really didn't care about anything.

Well, Kyojuro didn't adopt you, he just wanted to train you so that you would have enough strength to at least defend yourself. But the problem is that you didn't seem to care about anything imposed by him. You repeatedly ignored him, smoking in your room.

Kyojuro quietly entered his room, dark and almost empty. He pulled back the curtains, placing his hands on his hips, staring at your chosen red-eyed form, as if you had been smoking all night.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up all night smoking." Kyojuro said, frowning.