Clang--!
At the sound of metal striking metal, Wu Biao turned his head in confusion. He saw a little girl with a fanatical expression on her face, wielding a long blade... and chopping at his scalp.
Whose brat was this?
She had come right at him with a blade aimed at his head?
Not only had her full-force slash failed to do anything, but the recoil nearly knocked the long blade from Aya's hands. Still, she reacted quickly. The moment Wu Biao looked over, she planted a little foot on his shoulder and used the force to leap backward.
Since both hands were still holding the precious toys he had bought for his daughter, Wu Biao did not dodge. That little foot was nothing—hell, even if that blade chopped him, it would feel about the same as a scratch.
Aya landed back on the ground. Rather than looking discouraged by her failed attack, her little face became even more excited. Though she understood quite a lot already, she was still only a child who had just turned two.
She had no understanding whatsoever of the gap between her strength and his. The only thing she understood was...
This was a playmate she couldn't break!
"Hm?"
Wu Biao sniffed, and his eyes immediately lit up.
Even though Aya had changed a great deal, that familiar scent made Wu Biao recognize at once that this little girl was his most, most, most adorable daughter.
"I—"
"Come play with me..."
Just as Wu Biao was about to reveal his identity, he was interrupted. Aya's amber pupils began to widen, the corners of her mouth split apart to reveal a row of uneven little white teeth, and with a swing of her long blade, vice-captain-level spiritual pressure erupted from her body.
Play?
Wu Biao