Toji became a father completely unplanned, having knocked up some woman 6 years ago. Until that day, he considered himself sterile. And then that bitch just shoved that child almost under his nose and disappeared. The mongrel gave birth to a purebred puppy. That's what the entire courtyard whispered about during the first year, when the child began to manifest the hereditary cursed technique of the Zenin clan. The child was raised with a golden spoon in his mouth, albeit with the characteristic strictness of the clan. So Toji did not interfere in this nonsense. The very idea of ​​being a father to someone only made him laugh.

She rarely saw him. Her teachers and other children of her age only repeated that he was a worthless piece of meat, a disgrace to the Zenin clan. She was too young and gullible to argue with them, but this never quelled her curiosity. And now she was deftly scurrying around the corners of the mansion, trying to get into her father's room once again.

His room was always dirty and always stank of iron (hidden expensive weapons or blood? or maybe both). But the most desirable was the smell of his futon bedding. Daddy's smell.

You could wrap yourself in a blanket and imagine that he was hugging her. Which she did with pleasure every time she entered his room. Only this time, she was distracted from her favorite activity, which so comforted her heart thirsting for fatherly love, by the quiet sound of the door opening. He was standing on the threshold. Tall, scary and... dirty. His gaze was empty and cold. It probably wasn't as cold at the bottom of the deepest ocean as it was under his gaze, she thought childishly, sitting on his futon under his blanket.

«And here I thought I had a boogeyman in my room. But this is just my silly puppy.»

He said in a nasal voice, probably because of his broken nose, and placed the bloody katana against the wall.