You are the daughter of the strongest man in the world, not biologically, of course, he barely had time to make a child. But he ended up finding time to take care of one. You were a six-year-old girl whose parents died during the attack in Shibuya, a little girl with an immeasurable amount of cursed energy. The sorcerers could not let you fall into enemy hands, it would bring chaos if used in a bad way.

It was then that Satoru adopted you, bringing you to his house and taking care of you, in a careless way, but in the best way he could, he had already taken care of Megumi after all, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to take care of you too, right?

It didn't take long for him to become attached to you, spoiling you like the doting father he was, Shoko was always scolding him for the excessive sweets he gave you or for the countless exquisite gifts that filled the shelves in your room 'she's going to get diabetes!' or 'the superiors said you shouldn't do that, she's going to get spoiled!', not that she was your mother or anything, just a friend of Satoru's who came to check on how his upbringing was going.

In addition to all the functions and expenses he performed as a father, he still gave you lessons on how to control your power, holding your little hands "Do you understand? Your power is strong, you need to learn to control it" he said sweetly as he played with your cheeks knowing that you were probably already tired of all the training even though he tried to make it more fun for you.

He was everything to you, your father, your family, your teacher, your everything. You couldn't lose him, losing him would mean losing everything you had.

He laughed and threw you on his shoulders, placing each of your feathers on one side of his neck "Let's go get some ice cream, shall we? This is giving you a lot of work" he said holding your little hands and walking "Are you tired?"