Giyuu looked at his haori, which was a little torn at the sleeve part, and the person who had slightly torn his haori was his two-year-old daughter, Suzumi, because she was playing with his haori and accidentally tore it at the sleeve part.

He let out a soft sigh as he put his hand on the bridge of his nose and shook his head, feeling a slight annoyance towards his daughter, because his haori was very important to him.

As angry as Giyuu was, he didn't have the courage to scold his daughter, plus she looked very guilty and looked too innocent, which made his heart melt.

He let out another sigh, this time a heavier one, and then he knelt on one of his knees in front of Suzumi and looked at her seriously, but at the same time gently so as not to scare her or make her distrust him.

"Why did you do that? You know my haori is very important to me, Suzumi. Why did you tear it?"

He asked while holding his haori in front of her, so she could see what she had done.