Scrunched-up features, a head that looked rather "enormous" compared to his slender body, and a few sparse wisps of baby hair on top.
Hayate, this future protagonist, looked extremely ugly at the moment. As though sensing the "waves" belonging to the main body, he began moving his tiny limbs slightly.
Unconscious infant cries also escaped his mouth.
Hearing little Hayate's murmurs, someone pulled the curtain beside him aside with a swish.
A woman appeared, her hair a bird's nest with a few stubborn tufts sticking up. Her eyes were sunken and lifeless in her rather round face, and her white hospital gown was covered in wrinkles, as though she had endured endless exhaustion and worry.
Takahashi Yū took a small step back, hardly able to believe this was Lady Gekko, who had practically been synonymous with the "ideal Japanese woman."
"Hayate..."
Gekkō Ryōko tugged at Yūma's sleeve, looking at little Hayate as he murmured unconsciously, a trace of anticipation amid her terror.
She tried to coax Hayate back to sleep in the gentlest voice she could manage.
When Hayate let out a "Waaah," Ryōko also let out an "Aaah" and punched Yūma.
It was good for children to have a little extra energy...
Takahashi Yū laughed awkwardly from the sidelines. Although he knew Hayate would have plenty of energy thanks to his "Wave Seed," Ryōko's reaction told him he might still have underestimated it...
Crack-clatter!
Takahashi Yū watched in horror as the killing intent coming from Hayate actually knocked the drinking glass on the cabinet to the floor.
It had materialized?
Seeing the faint killing intent flailing wildly through the air, Takahashi Yū hurriedly opened the door and darted out.
"Ahem, Yūma, I won't interrupt your family time. I'll be off."
"Keep an eye on the time. The deployment rally