Making Up

I left because I didn't want to speak to my dad. I've never even met him before, and he expects me to be all lovey-dovey, Leon thought. Just as this thought was coursing through his mind, Knight, Grim, and Hypnos teleported in front of him.

"What!" Leon exclaimed, falling backward. "What do you want, old man?"

"Hey, I'm not old, I'm twenty-six!" Knight chuckled. Leon began to laugh. "Maybe when..."

Eight years ago, Knight's anger flared. "I'm still young, you little brat. Let's test that theory, old man."

"Fine by me," Knight responded. He stomped the ground, creating an arena in the blink of an eye.

"Three, two, one," Knight announced, and he charged toward Leon, swiftly slicing his head off. Leon fell back into position. It turned out Knight had merely executed a series of feints to test Leon's reflexes. Leon clutched his neck, feeling as if he had just awoken from a nightmare.

Knight sat there, asking, "Are you going to strike?"

Leon, however, had an idea. "Like father, like son," he mumbled to himself. Without warning, he dashed forward, leaping towards Knight. He fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, Leon disappeared, reappearing next to Knight, ready to strike. But Knight vanished, appearing behind Leon.

Leon conceded with a grin. He turned around and said, "Daddy."

Grim and Hypnos fell to the ground, bewildered. Knight explained that Leon had merely wanted to spar; he knew Leon didn't appreciate the lovey-dovey stuff. In the end, Leon had his itch scratched.

Hypnos bid them farewell and transported the boys back home.