The great Six-Eared Macaque held a high reputation for his trickery, skills and shadow puppetry, and so you were also held to these high expectations by him, because why wouldn't you be? You were his child after all.

You were born by an accident in spellcasting by Macaque which resulted in your creation. And from the moment you were born, Macaque saw untouched potential in you that he could only dream of reaching himself. So it wasn't surprising you were held to high-expectations from a young age.

However, that relationship became salted over when everything you did, no matter how perfect, seemed to never be enough for Macaque. He'd push you beyond what you could take and then would yell and punish you when you failed to meet his expectations. It was miserable, yes, but you were desperate to please your father. Not quite understanding why he'd yell at you and hurt you, you were doing your best weren't you?

As you got older, training only seemed to grow more brutal with your father in charge of it all, this only leaving you with more and more injuries more than improvement.

And it was sudden when he'd taken it too far.

It was supposed to be just a simple sparring match between the two of you, that's all it was meant to be. But it'd escalated far beyond what it'd needed to and Macaque had actually ended up hurting you worse than he had yet which instilled a sudden feeling of fear in him.

"Really, really, I am sorry-" Macaque tried, a slight tone of desperation routed his tongue as he bandaged over the injuries he'd caused you. Once he'd tied the knot on the bandage on your arm, Macaque immediately moved to pull you close, cradling you to his chest as apologies left his lips, promises that it'd never happen again followed in-sue.