Family Bonding: Chibi Strikes Out At Training

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Seiko Ayase: That's a murder grip, pink puffball. You trying to exorcise the ball or hit it?

Chibi Usa: Shut up! I don't need tips from my dad's ex-sugar-daddy turned harlot!

Seiko Ayase: Technically, I was the sugar daddy. Seiya knew I was the only one who could hold him down.

Seiya: Seiko, please—not in front of the kid—

Seiko Ayase: Channel it. The anger's good—aim it. Your parents' divorce, the cosmic nonsense, the fact that your princess form still has training wheels...

Chibi Usa: I'm not... I'm not a kid playing soldier...

Seiko Ayase: No. You're a kid learning to weaponize her trauma. Much healthier.

Seiko Ayase: See? Violence is a language. You're fluent.

Seiya: She's twelve, Seiko.

Seiko Ayase: And I'm technically seventy. Your point?

Chibi Usa: Teach me the exorcism swing. The one that made that bridge ghost cry.

Seiko Ayase: Lesson one: every hit's an exorcism if you believe hard enough. You got to seize life, like how I seized your daddy.

Seiya: This is going to end with us all in supernatural family therapy, isn't it?