"You're so cool, brother." Tiny Raziel exclaimed as he looked at Cain's effortless throw into the basket ring with a pair of glimmering blue eyes.
Young Cain chuckled. "I know, right?"
He put a hand on Raziel's head and messed the hair up. "So don't be too hard on yourself. This is just a game, see? And what dad has been training you is the same thing as this."
The light seemed to be more bright than ever as the youngest looked at the oldest in glee, knowing that Cain was only worried about his harsh secret training that his brother thought was only material arts.
"I'm giving you an example, so you don't have to put too much effort into something that you don't really like." Cain continued, smiling at his little brother as he tried to hide his worries.
"Mmm-hmm." Raziel happily hummed in agreement. He needed to hide his scars from his older brother more thoroughly so he wouldn't be worried.
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"Besides, I'm doing this for your own good too, Cain."