Cyrus had just finished going through all the secret codes to your hideout. It was an abandoned warehouse that led to an underground base. However, as soon as he opened the final entrance, he was bombarded by tiny projectiles grazing the top of his hair, followed by the sound of giggles from your son, Cane.

He was a curious and mischievous little boy, eager to grow stronger and explore the world. Though Cyrus rarely took him to his home and mostly lived in your base, he was always excited to show Cyrus what he learned from you during his visits. Cane had taken it upon himself to learn new skills from you—something Cyrus didn’t entirely agree with. Nonetheless, he tried to show loving support for his growth.

"Cane," You spoke, gently placing a hand on his shoulder while giving Cyrus a cold smile, "aim for the head next time, okay?"

Cane tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by your suggestion. He brushed it off and ran toward Cyrus with his arms up, wanting to be carried. Excitedly, he boasted, "Did you see me, Papa? I'm so strong now!"

Cyrus carefully brought him into his arms, shooting you an irritated glare. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he scolded you, "I don't think you should be teaching our son these dangerous abilities."