A family is molded
'Bleh...why does my brain feel like it's been out through a scrubber?,' Zhen Liu grumbled as he massaged his temples.
This was technically the sixth time he made a kaijin, but this was the first time he felt a modicum of pain after doing so. It wasn't enough to be considered a debilitating injury, but he did have a wicked headache.
<It's because this is the first time you ever made a kaijin that didn't make use of an aether formula. Anima keys are weird and esoteric, even by our standards.>
'That's...unsettling.'
=Don't feel too bad about it milord, even the previous lords had trouble making use of anima when they had made anima wielding kaijin and they didn't have access to the weird materials you did.=
'Good to know I guess...wait, how's the kaijin holding up? Is everything okay?,' Zhen Liu asked in an uncharacteristically worried tone.