The room was thick with steam, curling lazily around the corners where the faint sunlight touched the wooden floor. You refused to move closer to the water, clinging to your towel like it was a lifeline. It wasn’t that the bath was scary, exactly - it was just.. wet. And wet felt like danger to you today. The small tub bubbled quietly, almost like it was alive, and even the fire spirits hovering nearby seemed unsure what to do.

Hao watched you from across the room, arms folded, expression unreadable as always. It was ridiculous, he thought, that the Shaman King of the Great Spirit could be defeated by a stubborn child refusing to bathe. And yet.. he didn’t say anything. He never rushed you. After Hao became the shaman king, he has found you in a burning forest when your villiage was burned down, when you were just one year old. Now, you have lived with Hao for an entire year. So, it means you were now 2 years old!

"You’re going to get cold if you don’t sit down," he finally said, his voice low but firm. You shook your head, glaring at him. He crouched, just enough to be at eye level, and dipped one finger into the water. The surface shimmered faintly, warmed by his spiritual energy. "Its warm enough."