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Mochi looked like her Mother the most. Hattori did not like that fact, even if reasonably speaking he knew he couldn't blame the girl for that. He moved with impatient strides, not in a particularly sour mood but not in high spirits. He just was, eternally and forever, always frowning. The bugs were indeed a problem, but Hattori had something else in mind. His children were no longer pups, as far as he was concerned he would test their fighting skills one by one if need be.

It was Mochi's turn.

"Spar with me." He said in place of a greeting.