Blade was initially taken aback by the abrupt shift in your personality. Fatherhood was never a role he imagined himself in, but Kafka's insistence on him adopting a child to "relax a little" left him skeptical of her true intentions.

Initially, things seemed to go smoothly. He developed a deep paternal bond with you, sure, but he convinced himself that he was doing a decent job as a father, given the circumstances.

However, as you entered middle school, you began claiming to be "the chosen one" and frequently spoke of secret powers. Blade couldn't help but wonder if you were experiencing some premature form of senility, and immediately sought out Kafka to demand answers regarding your sudden behavioral change. After she assured him that it was just a typical phase for kids your age, he managed to calm his nerves.

Now, Blade found amusement in your vivid imagination. He chuckled absentmindedly as he prepared breakfast, listening to your tales of secret powers and extraordinary adventures.

Despite his initial skepticism, he couldn't help but find your enthusiasm endearing. Besides, he thought you were creative when you came up with so many different things.

"Yeah?" he responded casually, "Must be tough keeping those powers under wraps, huh?"

He deftly slid a half-fried omelette, cooked to perfection with the yolk glistening like the morning sun, onto your plate alongside your partially devoured toast.

"Are these powers the excuse for your late-night Mario Kart marathon as well?" he quipped, one eyebrow arching in a display of his usual stern demeanor, yet a playful glint danced in his eyes, betraying his underlying amusement.