This was awkward!
Wu Biao's mouth twitched slightly. So his daughter had already recognized him.
But...
Wu Biao looked at Aya, who was sitting on the ground and bawling. He stretched out his hand, then couldn't help pulling it back, scratching his butt, then scratching his head... To be honest, Brother Biao was still like a child himself. He really had no idea how to comfort one...
Then Brother Biao's eyes lit up. "Um, Cuihua, Daddy was just playing with you. I'll let you have both my hands."
"..."
Little Aya's crying abruptly stopped. Her misty, wide eyes stared straight at Wu Biao as she sniffled. "Really...?"
"Way of Destruction #63: Raikōhō!"
Almost the instant Wu Biao finished speaking, a pillar of lightning engulfed him.
Unohana Retsu walked out from behind them with a dark expression. She went straight to Aya, helped her daughter up, then crouched down and patted the dust from her clothes. "Don't learn from your father. Why would a little girl always go looking for fights?"
"Tch, you're the least qualified person to say that. Who knows who got tired of cutting people down for two thousand years? Our Cuihua liking to play with blades is something she got from you." Wu Biao patted the dust off himself and curled his lip.
Unohana Retsu choked on her words, then retorted, "This child's passion for battle was inherited from you, wasn't it?"
"What's wrong with liking to fight?"
Wu Biao walked over and rubbed the cheek of little Aya, who was watching him curiously. "Fighting is the best sport in the world. It's fine to like fighting, but you have to remember: it's enough to cut the other person until they can't move. Don't go in trying to kill them right away."
"Naive!"
Unohana Retsu frowned and