My father diligently trained with me each day, sometimes I wondered if he got nothing better to do. He seemingly had nothing else on his daily schedule, aside from training me and eating dinner. He's quite the important guy for both humans and demons, I felt kind of lied to.
It certainly did wonders to myself, I improved like never before. I was at the point where I could even see myself fighting against Mr. Black with his full power and giving him a hard time. A victory however, I still couldn't see. He had that much more experience in fighting than me after all, so even if I became stronger than him on a sheer power scale, it would take a while before I could beat him. At least I could see that day coming closer and closer.
