Female Hanma

"What?" The feminine figure cocked her head in confusion.

"You heard me." The massive Japanese man spoke with an arrogance that irked the woman.

"Bullshit. Get lost Yujiro." The woman shook her head and then inspected her knife that was attached to a metal wire. The knife has many more functions, but that's a story for later.

"Now, is that any way to speak to your father?" Yujiro grinned as he unleashed his aura.

"Hilarious." She unleashed her own aura in response.

She deadpans, but it's hidden behind a high-tech mask. Despite her small stature and lack of muscles well at least not visible and in your face like a man's muscles, her aura was great but lesser than Yujiro. Her expression slowly morphs into a glare.

"..." Yujiro grinned, as he could practically feel the glare she was giving him.

"..." She unleashed her bloodlust to bolster her aura and Yujiro does the same. The difference is that Yujiro is merely matching hers. Yujiro's bloodlust is monstrous compared to this unnamed assassin. But Yujiro always goes easy on Baki, so it wouldn't be strange if he went even easier on his confirmed daughter even more. After all, there is a big difference between a daughter and a son in a father's mind.

'Heh, she's my daughter alright! A Female Hanma Warrior... I've only heard of one and it's more of a myth than true history. The Rarity of a female Hanma is like that of a Kirin Horn, The Hanma family has written down their journey in life and archived it and we have been for thousands of years. However, seeing as how I got wind of this child of mine through old friends... Criminal friends heh, she hasn't had it easy, but that's just life.' Yujiro grinned.

"Alright, I guess we'll put a pin in the calling me dad thing and come back to it later. Let's do things your way, girly. I'll hire you. I want you to make sure make that my son will survive against the death row inmate bitches next week. Make sure Baki isn't coddled, but if let's say he's about to lose a limb or about to instantly die, I want you to enter the scene and... Make sure those pussies regret laying a hand on my boy." Yujiro tossed a suitcase to the woman.

"..." The woman meticulously counts the money dollar by dollar. After the final bill was counted, she became courteous.

"Pleasure doing business, old timer." She grinned when Yujiro choked on the green tea that was presented to him by a fancy butler. She motioned to leave, intending to take a flight to Japan.

"Before you go... Tell me. How were you raised?" Yujiro asked seriously.

"..." She stopped and tilted her head at him.

"Answer me." Yujiro was firm this time.

"I was raised by an assassin who taught me all I know. Before you judge... I will tell you he was the true meaning of masculinity. He had great integrity. He believed in the dignities of all people. He lived among his former enemy's people and gained new desires for equality for himself and for others, including his enemies. He has honor despite his selfish desires. He was loyal to his friends and to me. He was not blind to my shortcomings and understood them better than anyone else, and helped me overcome them.

He has great patience. In everyday matters, he is authentic and doesn't hide behind a mask. He is humble not only in attitude but in living style as shown in not having a mansion or sports car even though he can afford dozens of each. He does not deride people or mock them in any instance. He will simply critique them and tell them methods of how to be better than they are now.

He doesn't show off how superior he is to others, but if push comes to shove will put them in their place and then help up instead of leaving them on the ground. He has great humility for he does not judge others under any circumstance and even admits he was wrong on many occasions... I have seen him ask for forgiveness due to his lack of knowledge on many occasions.

He is quite humorous and has made me give genuine laughs as opposed to the fake ones I have given you. He has shown me the simple beauty of humor. He doesn't belittle or tears down another person to make a joke funny. His humor is self-deprecating in most cases or just straight up funny at no one's expense.

He may be funny, but I later realized that it was for my benefit so that I didn't go off the handle and to lighten my moods. He was stronger than you and before you say no one was stronger than you, I don't mean in body but in mind. He had dedication, perseverence and something you don't have... Self-Sacrifice.

He is strong because he achieved what most never do... Knowing what is good and true and that is why he did not fail in whatever he was doing, whether it be making his body unbreakable or completing a mission, anything really. He is strong because he loved a monster like me... And to help me become human after all of my mistakes and move past the atrocities I've committed and to find my own path of being a good person despite my current profession.

A physique does not make a man masculine because it looks cool, but shows what a man can be if the need arises. He taught me that physical power without purpose is nothing more than vanity. He was wise, but not because he was knowledgeable. But wise because his wisdom was a combination of knowledge, insight and right judgement.

It is knowing when to be stoic and when to crack a joke; it is knowing when to be patient and when it's time to strike. It is understanding of physical strength and of gentle words, knowing when to use one when the other isn't as effective. He understood himself and others. He taught me all of these things and I will forever be grateful for him being... my dad. And you are not that... You can never be like that. You are Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature... That is all." The woman put her mask back on and left.

Throughout her speech, she was animated, happy, expressive and Yujiro would dare say the picture of what it means to be a passionate beauty she actually took off her mask without realizing it which show cases how much she loved and respected the man who raised her. It was like she was a flower blooming in the morning sun, delicate yet resilient and one with nature.

"Hmm, you're right. I could never be such a man. And that makes me respect this man even more. What had your father had to go through during his life to become such a man? Heh... I'm pathetic in comparison." Yujiro smiled wryly after he drained the whole cup of tea in one gulp.

Yujiro would never say these words to anyone in any kind of company... But doesn't have an issue admitting it when alone. Yujiro felt immensely inadequate compared to this man his biological daughter talked about. Merely saying it in her presence took more effort to do than anything he has done in his life thus far.

"Indeed, very pathetic." She chuckled darkly.

"Oh now I am even more curious! Give me a hint at least!" Yujiro cackled madly, because when a Hanma calls someone Pathetic you know you just can't stack up to whatever it is they are talking about in this life or the next!

"He visits Mr. Biscuits Oliva every two months, Oliva always frowns when in the same room as my father. The frown isn't due to dislike or hatred but more like Oliva's version of pouting. See ya later old timer." Unknown to Shirogane is that her final words as she left made Yujiro have some very nasty flashbacks from the war!

For example... A black African American Assassin born in Montana and fell in love with a terrorist and went from Marine to Underworld Assassin due to love who bombed a mountain and making it fall at the right time so Yujiro gets buried under a literal mountain of rubble with no methods to escape! It's how Yujiro gained his Demon Back! ... Biscuit Oliva's biological father!

"Fuck..." Yujiro religiously drank from the bottle of rum he saw on the coffee table.