Family time?

Lythima still weighting him don Akiyama stare at her, "you'll leave the moment I get off you." she scoffs "I'm no fool you."

Akiyama Grumbles, she slams his shoulders, a tear drops to his face, confusion taking him over. "You get out of your room for the first time in three weeks."

another one pelts him "and before even recovering at dinner what do you do leave are you trying to kill yourself!"

She smacks his shoulders Akiyama just taking, Lythinma lowering her eyes to him as she brushes her long hair to the side, Akiyama sighing.

Before Lythinma kisses him, "Don't do that again. You're weak right now." she grabs his collar, murmuring, "far too weak…"

Akiyama just blankly stares, looking away. Lythinma grabbing his head and turning it towards her. "Listen to what I'm saying."

He scoffs, "I'm not that weak." She glares at him. "Not that weak," she growls back "Do you even register how many times you've nearly died fighting something beyond your power? A fucking celestial Bear, an entire Gargantuan."

She shakes her head. "You'll kill yourself Long before you even see you kids grow up and I don't want Lilliana. Brought up without a father just because you went and got yourself killed for overestimating yourself!"

he stops ignoring her words, "I'm not going to-" she slams his collar down "ARE YOU TRYING TO JINX YOURSELF YOU AREN'T IMMORTAL!"

She growls, "Just come to the dining room and actually do your part." her voice gentle instead of the harsh tone used earlier. "Both of them want to see you, not that monster they had seen hours ago."

He sits up as Lythinma walks away as her ear droop and tail sways, clearly upset from the interaction, he stands up and sighs.

Closing his eyes and thinking, "how will I do this no matter what? I will be stiff" He glances at the system indeed marking his status as weakened,

"Is this why it was hard to handle that tier eight?" he Groans looking at the time he Sighs making his way towards Ignis training.

Not quite ready to handle both at once, enters the training zone, A loud yell resounding, Akiyama dodges narrowly as Ignis slams into the ground.

not giving him an inch, Ignis swings to the side, Akiyama dodging again, and lunging back, he draws a wooden sword "I'm not particularly use to blade."

he mutter, getting the weight down, Ignis rushes towards him, "Ya!" swinging the wood blade, Akiyama deflects him "you said you missed training with me but you seem even better"

he grins, blurring as Ignis Lose track of him As Akiyama forms in front of him "NO!" Ignis hands glow a flame, forcing Akiyama back "oh" Akiyama Darts back.

Snapping his fingers "you got your magic. Well, I was away, hmm?" Ignis nods, passing a glare as he grins. "I got fire as my power." he nods. "I can see that through the scorch marks."

realizing it not a simple form of fire but forge fire a cumulation of molten flame with temperature capable of creating slag from air, he Smiles.

blurring again, he appears in front of Ignis Fire flaring up as he slams the wooden blade against Ignis darting back, the flames spiral out from him.

"Agh!" Ignis smiles as the flame dissipates. "you win." Akiyama snickers appearing in front of him, Ignis raising his hands.

Akiyama kneels. "Be careful with that fire buddy it strong but equally dangerous. You'll be needing to learn more than. Discipline, you'll need to learn control."

He pats his head. Ignis Jumps at him and hugs him, before dropping "You should see Lilliana. She has. Painting, she wants to show you but couldn't because of your state"

He silences him. "Don't worry, I know." he hug him again before leaving the training Ignis not told not to Practise with his Fire.

Listening to his words "discipline and control…" unaware of the full limit, however treating it as he should be Extremely Careful with it.

Akiyama sighs, heading for the Painting Studio better know as a splatter room by her even if she doesn't quite understand that term.

He finds it entering the room. He glances around, "Lythinma." he murmurs, seeing the array of painting best compared to a snow paradise of wolfs. A pack of the wilds

He closes his eyes. "Like a caged animal within this Palace, huh an exotic pet?" he glances at some more joyous Paintings smiling "DAD!" Lilliana jumps at him just like her mother.

Smashing into his chest as the girl locks him into a sloth hug, he coughs a bit, having the wind knocked from his body."

"hello Little angel." he sets her down. "I heard from a magic bird you had things to show me." she nods. "Here, here."

She pulls him along the snow paradise changing to a thicket Pine wood, as it spans along it to a Temperate paradise.

"Mom always draws on the wall so I continued her painting." he snickers. "I don't think that what mom meant by the painting, but anyway, this is good."

The paradise of lush clear blue water, as the tree tower above the Land around the river passing through the trends of Grass Splintered along. A barren coast of Rock surrounds the river surrounded by trees.

He smiles. "Beautiful. did Lythinma help you with this?" she shakes her head. "She just gave me a pointer. I really Like environments, especially with the history that can be stored within them."

She says excitedly, Before Running out, "dinner dad come on." He nods. "I'll be out in a minute." He goes to the start of the wall, peering over Lythinma drawing.

Wolfs Trudging through the snow barren waste of Trees, placing a hand on it, he runs along with a fine touch. The disappearance of the wolfs akin to the loss of those close.

The painting running into a lonely Wolf looking back upon an empty world as if to represent the loss of a pack. Before it turns away, sprinting amongst a changing world.

"she's lost touch with her wild nature, her pack. The lonely wolf trudging further towards what can only the closing end of its life.

"is this painting to Embody the flickering Life of a creature or just the grief of lose Lythinma almost guaranteed to live as long as…."

His hand drops. "Hahaha." he looks at the end of the picture. A dog enslaved by a collar, "the looming reign of domestication, huh." seeing the puddle of Reflected Lighting in the raining city street."

He goes to the dinner with a wanning smile, seeing reason to take a vacation as fast as possible up to the north upon seeing that painting.