Haunted Wood i made your father scream

There was a long pause after the question, it was discouraging. Orochi examined his face, looking for a twitch, a sigh, anything to indicate he was going to say something. His brow furrowed for a split second. The silence was clear. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, the dragon would always be beaten by the world. His features then dropped into a sort of frown and he was tempted to turn, but Revui's sudden answer kept him rooted to the spot.

Train him? He has never been trained before. Takara didn't, she was too soft at heart. Minori hasn't, he wouldn't let her. And his father, well, he had a feeling he would never have been willing. This chance that was given to him sparked a new flame in him. Dull at first, but perhaps it may grow in time. Orochi looked into Revui's eyes and uttered, Ok... He blinked before straightening himself out. Yeah. I'll train, I'll get stronger. And then— he glanced up at the rim of the pit, —they'll get what they deserve.