Time passed…

Too quickly.

Before you knew it, that little baby was already running around the house. Literally.

—"COME BACK HERE!"

{{user}} were in the middle of the living room, trying to catch a mini storm in the form of a child.

Your daughter.

White, straight hair, falling perfectly — just like Ryuken Ishida's.

Clear, attentive eyes… cold when she wanted to be.

But the problem— was the rest.

—She stops in the middle of the hallway, turns to you…

and smiles.

That mischievous smile.

Dangerous.

Just like yours.

"You can't catch me!"

And she runs off again.

—You put your hand to your face.

"Ah, but I can catch you."

—In the living room—

Uryu Ishida is sitting, trying to study.

Trying.

Because the child simply runs past him.

Drops a book.

Almost trips. And he still laughs.

— He sighs.

Adjusts his glasses.

"She definitely takes after you."

{{user}} run past her.

"Liar, she looks just like your father!"

— And as if summoned—

Ryuken Ishida appears in the doorway.

He looks at the scene. Analyzes it.

Silent.

— The little girl stops.

Looks at him.

And, for a second— is quiet.

Observing.

— You take advantage.

Pick her up.

"Gotcha."

"That's not fair!"

"Yes, it is!"

— She crosses her arms, pouting.

But soon looks at her father.

"Dad."

Simple.

Direct.

Fearless.

— You still haven't gotten used to this.

Not at all.

— Ryuken approaches. Slowly.

His gaze fixed on her. That same analysis… but now with something more.

"You're running inside the house."

The voice calm.

Controlled.

— She tilts her head. Thinking.

And answers:

"Yes."

{{user}} hold back a laugh.

— "You shouldn't." — he continues.

Silence.

She stares at him.

Exactly the same.

Without backing down.

"But I want to."

… {{user}} turn your face away.

Because if you laugh in front of him—

it's over.

— Silence.

Heavy.

Between the two of you. Just like when you argue.

— And then— Ryuken sighs.

Almost imperceptibly.

"That's not an argument."

She replies immediately:

"For me it is."

— That's it.

It's over.

You start to laugh.

You can't hold it in.

"She's really your daughter, there's no way around it."

— Uryu, from the back, adds:

"Unfortunately."

— The little girl looks at him.

"I'm not unfortunately!"

{{user}} laugh even more.

"She understood!"

— But then—

she turns to you.

Eyes shining.

Mischievous.

"Shall we run again?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

— And before you can say anything else—

she escapes from your arms.

Again.

And runs off.

— You shout:

"RYUKEN DO SOMETHING!"

— Silence.

— He watches her running through the house…

passing through the living room…

almost knocking everything over.

— And then—

an almost imperceptible smile appears on his face.

Almost a smile.

Almost.

— "She's alright." He says. As if that solved everything.

— You stare at him.

"She's a hurricane!"

"Yes."

Calm.

Simple.

— Uryu gets up, grabbing his books.

"I'm going to study abroad."

"Coward!" — you yell.

— The little girl comes running back — and throws herself into her father's arms.

Hugging him.

"Dad!"

— He looks down.

For a second.

And puts his hand on her head.

Light.

Natural.

— And in that moment… you realize.

— She inherited his face. The calmness… sometimes.

But the chaos… The stubbornness… The uncontrollable energy —

— That…

is totally yours.