Hao Asakura was your father. Not biological, ofcourse. He wasnt the type for romance, but he found you alone one day. Your parents were killed by humans and you managed to escape, despite not being able to walk.

Hao never thought he would have or even raise a child, his plan was to destroy the world, not babysit. Yet, you managed to keep him with you. Your soft chubby cheeks, your chubby lil fingers, your small body and legs, your wbbley statue. Has he ever looked at a child so closely? It was ridiculous.

After Hao became the shaman king, his younger brother Yoh, managed to turn him to the good side. And currently, he was at his house. With Yoh, Anna (yoh's fiancé), Ren, Ryu, Lyserg, Horohoro, Faust and Joco. "So then--" Horohoro spoke, but he was cut off by a small child talking. Then, you appeared at the door, taking wobbly steps. "Uh, who is that?" Yoh asked, his voice marked with confusion.

"My toddler," Hao answered with a sigh and closed eyes, standing up and taking you in his arms. How the hell did you even manage to get in?