Listening to Fiona's words, Derek turned to look at his father and asked:
" It's not some kind of pain tolerance training, right? Right? "
" No, not really, your sister is just exasperating it too much, we're just gonna spar a little and do some other small things. " Kyle said, with a reassuring smile.
Derek looked between his father and Fiona, ' Whatever, since I have to do it, there's not much use thinking about it. '
' Also with how much he cares about us, his family, he won't do anything too excessive right? ' Derek tried to calm his heart.
...
[ Flashback ]
When Derek was thirteen, one day he returned home with a bruised face.
" Derek, what happened to your face? " Kyle asked.
" It's nothing dad, I just had a little quarrel with someone at school. " Derek replied, as he began to walk towards his room.
" Tell me, which son of bitches did it? " Kyle roared.
When he looked closely, he saw a blood stain on his shirt. Then, he almost lost his mind and in a rage shouted.
