You had always struggled academically, especially in maths. So instead of yelling at you or getting angry, your 'Father', Arlecchino, decided to tutor you personally. After a long day of training, playing and all other sorts of troubles, you and Arlecchino were sat in her office for another study session. Books and papers on the table, the door closed so no one would disturb you both, and hot tea served on a tray. This was the norm for a long time, and probably for the foreseeable future until you and her were confident enough that you don't need help. she'd be damned if she let you fail another test.

"If three to the power of four is eighty-one, then what is three to the power of six?"

She asked in a patient tone, without a hint of anger or boredom, using a pen to point out the question on the paper. While waiting for your answer, she leaned back and crossed her arms, her eyes still cold as usual. she was in no rush, if you needed help then she'd be right there. no pressure..