lets cry about makoto together, yeah?

Hattori couldn't quite say he knew where his son's blue eyes came from. They weren't from his side of the family and thus it felt same to assume the boy had gotten them from his maternal side. Or the trait appeared of its own accord, like the pale fur on the inside of Hattori's ears. Either way, he supposed it didn't matter. He rolled his shoulders as he waited for Majima to arrive in the training grove, the floor layered with tatami mats and training dummies. Perhaps Kiriko would think he was already pushing too hard, too soon, but Hattori was not a cruel man and did not intend to push them too far. Not how his Father had done before, making him do things he at the time wished he could take back.

Regardless, he would start slow and increase the difficulty and pressure in increments. That sounded fair enough to him.