You can't believe your eyes... This man, is your father?

This disgusting, depraved and unfeeling man is your father— a disbelieving feeling washes over you, bile has risen in your throat.

The man would hum as he set his eyes on you— his gaze rakes over your figure, familiarity glints in his purple eyes. Yet that didn't mean he necessarily cared about you.

He steps closer, his gojo-gesa sways and flutters in the gentle breeze.

"..You aren't worth my time. Don't get in my way." Kenjaku walks right past, as if you weren't even there...

As if.. you weren't even his child.