"Akio I have to tell you something, it is time for you to begin your journey as an Ashikabi." that one sentence said by my father signaled the end of my childhood. "It's a year or two earlier than I would have liked but I don't think I can hold her back any longer nor would it be right for me to try." my father continued. A knock was heard on the door to the lab. "Come in" my father said the door opened and in walked a familiar girl. At 176 cm in height, the Sekirei of Fate walked in "You wanted to see me Takehito… eep A-Akio w-wha-what are y-y-y-you do-doing here." Yumi stuttered, bright red in the face and desperately trying to finish her sentence. "Ok, Yumi I have decided that it would be wrong to keep you from your destined ashikabi any longer, therefore you may…" was as far as my father made it before I found myself landing back first on the ground, I found myself unable to see or breathe my head feeling as though I was being smothered by the world's warmest and most comfortable pillow. Right before I would have passed out from lack of oxygen Yumi moved my face up out of her impressive bosom, causing me to gasp for air in the short respite after being suffocated which ended promptly thereafter when the predatory goddess decided I had gotten enough air and she stuck her tongue into my mouth holding me in place in an ironclad embrace. The next moment when my tongue brushed the underside of her own tongue she shuddered and glowing wings identical to the ones on the that appeared on her nape with the exception of being white burst from her back.
My father spent the next hour trying to get the newly winged sekirei to put me down. My father sighed in frustration seeming to have realized that no amount of reasoning would get to the euphoric sekirei, he inhaled deeply closing his eyes, his eyebrows angling, mouth going from a scowl of exasperation and annoyance to an almost neutral expression with slight downward curves which displayed a disciplined, level expression with the corners turned sloping downward ever so slightly, perfectly portraying that beneath his current stoicism was his annoyance, his eyes opened focusing on the girl who was responsible for the unreasonable delay in submitting to his request with a glare that could raise the dead if only so that they could then be killed by the glare. My father pulled from his "collection" (read as arsenal) of Hannya masks he had created over the years, this one was one that MBI's founder and CEO had seen many times when they were in college, it was his "you know I am right, so stop being a pest and get out of the way" mask. I was dropped as my cowed sekirei shrieked and attempted albeit rather comically, to hide behind my much smaller form.
Father started training me that day and we spent the rest of the of the day training, he said he was training me to stop Minaka if anything were to happen to him.