One sentence from Izax left Hao Ren dumbfounded. He would never have guessed that this burly man, fierce enough to make children stop crying wherever he went, had been drinking alone on New Year's Eve because he missed his daughter—and missing his daughter wasn't even the main point. The main point was that this big man actually had a daughter!
"You have a daughter?" Hao Ren stared blankly at Izax, trying to find signs that he was drunk. "Seriously?"
"Why can't I have a daughter?" Izax grinned. "Do you think I shouldn't have children?"
"No, I just feel like someone like you has nothing to do with the words 'daughter,'" Hao Ren said bluntly, voicing his thoughts without thinking. "The impression you give people... Even if you had a child, it should be a son, the kind who's eight feet broad in the shoulders and twelve feet tall, gripping a golden-spotted wolf-toothed club, with two feet of chest hair. Only that image would match you."
Izax shot Hao Ren a sidelong glare. "So according to you, the wolf-toothed club should come with him straight out of the womb, right?"
Hao Ren nodded instinctively, but soon realized that wasn't very reasonable. "Uh, that would be a bit too challenging..."
"...You people are probably the only ones who can talk to me like this. Back then, I couldn't even find someone like you to be my buddy." Izax paused, then suddenly sighed. "You got me off topic. I'm not making this up. I really do have a daughter. Going by age, she could be your great-great-grandmother, but where I'm from, she's still just a little girl... About this tall, always running around everywhere."
As he spoke, Izax raised a hand and gestured to a height just slightly above the table. Hao Ren