"Wait wait, spar with me?"
"Yeah!"
'That is definitely a bad idea.' I want to stop that idea, so I interrupt them, "Don't spar with Father."
"Ehhh! Why!?"
"Father is weak." I bluntly state regardless of Father's presence.
"What?! I am so hurt by your statement, my daughter."
"Well... it's a fact."
"Dad is weak!?" The twins seem to never know that Father is weak.
'Did Mother and Father never tell them?' "Yes."
"No way! Come on spar with me! I will prove that I am not weak!"
"Yay!" The twins cheer and quickly get into their stance while Father goes to the opposite side of the training grounds. I stand right in the middle of the three just outside of the training ground, so I can intervene if Father gets too hurt. "Let's start."
Right as Father get into his own stance, the twins dig their feet into the ground and shot toward Father. Father stands in his position unfazed by the twin's moves. When the twins ready their punches, Father continues to be motionless.
"Ack!" The twin's punches connect with Father's face and Father made a painful sound.