𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ➵ 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈

01.

"What are you even doing with your life?" Closing your eyes when you heard his voice behind you, you don't even have to turn around and have a look of his face because you know what is his reaction right now. He is surely disappointed of what happened. "You had wasted your years of training." You gripped the straps of your shoulder bag tightly as he continue to talk to you.

You just arrived home from the headquarters of JAKDF, and your father was the first one to welcome you oh so warmly back into the house after not seeing you for four years, and all those four years, he didn't greet you, his eldest daughter, a happy birthday. Deciding to have a look of his face, you turned around and gave him one of your fake smile.

"I didn't know that you're already home, Papa." Cringing at the endearment you chose to call him. He wasn't even a father figure to you, especially after what happened six years ago with the Kaiju no. 6 and your beloved mother. "If I should've known that you're home—" I wouldn't have gone home, you didn't bother to finish your sentence when you saw how your father's face scrunched up with your words.

His eyes looked behind you and saw the polearm sticking out of your back, it was taller than you and by the looks of it, he must have been familiarized with your polearm as you could see how his eyes widen—even when it was just for a fraction—and familiarity flash in his eyes. You already know what that look had meant. Before your mother had her own personalized weapon, the Spear, she was using the same polearm—the same one you're using now—whenever she is practicing or when it was her first week in the Defense Force.

"You'll be nothing with that polearm." You heard him mutter, his baritone voice had authority in them as his eyes looked down on you. Your blonde hair— that you keep dyeing into other colors but faded back to your original hair color almost immediately—drape over your shoulders and cover your face as your knuckles turned white at how hard you're gripping the straps.

"I heard from Narumi that you rejected his offer of you becoming his Vice Captain in the First Division Unit." You could hear the disappointment in his voice as he said that to you, hearing him 'tsk' as he continues to look down on you. "Are you planning to form your own unit?" There was somehow hope that flash in his eyes, he was really disappointed when he found out that you rejected Narumi but somehow thought that probably, you'll be planning of creating your own unit.

"No.." your voice becoming lower as you couldn't look up at him. "Captain Ashiro of the Third Division Unit had asked me first to join her and I already accepted it." Isao's eyes squinted at your figure, he already heard that Ashiro already had a vice captain. "Doesn't she already have her vice?" He continues to question you, you already want to plop on your own bed and take a rest.

"Yes." Biting your lower lip as you waited for his response. "Your younger sister had been accepted into california neutralization university at the age of 16." You already knew about that, Kikoru shared you the news excitedly, sending you various of messages and telling you how excited she was, that was rough a year and half ago.

You're very closed with your younger sister, even though how much your father favor her and telling her that she's the hope of this new generation.

"And she's also said to be the valedictorian of her year." You couldn't even hear the tone of him being proud of her, because at what he said, "Getting excited because of one goal would lead to failure on your next goals." You just lets out a sigh as you raised your head at him, smiling at him before turning your back against him.

"That's nice to here." You don't have the energy to act all prim and proper in front of your father right now. "I'll be going in my room." Waving your hand at him as you take a step on the stairs, not looking back but you can feel his eyes at you, and you could practically hear his thoughts.