Blade was your brother, or rather a son, and lately he has been awfully... affectionate towards you.

Recently, you've been constantly asking your relatives if he is your child or a sibling, turns out their reactions are mixed. So now you're stuck with a little kid who doesn't even know his relationship with you.

"Momma!" Blade called out, his voice so cute and sweet like candy.

He ran up to you with hands covered in red ink that resembled blood, thankfully it was pen ink you could easily wash off since it wasn't permanent ink.

"Look, look! I have a sword, now I am a master!" He told you, almost proud he did because he practically had been trained by you ever since you first had him.