ICHIGO'S POV:

I stare shock as my old man slowly walked towards me. He looked definitely different. He was wearing this black Kosode and hakama with a white cloth fastened by a metallic plate on his left shoulder. A katana was strapped tightly by his white colored Obi on his left hip. But what caught my attention the most was not his unusual attire but his glowing eyes.

Yes, as a son, even it bothers me to admit, I know my father. Kurosaki Isshin has a dark shade of brown eyes, not the golden yellow ones I've seen in a youkai's. So far, I concluded that only they can possess such unique pair of orbs and just by staring at my approaching father, a couple of ridiculous ideas started popping out from my ever so active brain in which I stubbornly refuse to believe in.

'I mean, it can't be, right?'

But if my assumptions were somehow true, then the first thing I should be worrying about are my sisters. Now that is something I could never just ignore. I don't give a shit of what I am anymore. Nothing would surprise me after all the things I've learned and been through. But my sisters, I bet they don't even know where I am and are already worrying their asses off about my whereabouts. As far as possible, I want to let them NOT get involve into any of this. They are way too important to me and would risk anything just to keep it that way. But if this fate is inevitable, then I need to find a way to keep them both from harm's way no matter what.

"Ichigo." the sound of my old man's voice and the sight of him made me sigh indignantly.

Despite his usual smile, he looks definitely troubled. I can tell in his eyes that he is anxious about something. He was averting his gaze from mine while scratching the back of his head, something he unconsciously do when he is nervous.

Pathetic..

"Listen, I kno~"

He managed but wasn't able to finish. My fist moved on its own accord and connected on his jaw, which resulted him to land on his ass.

"What gives!?" he wailed, aiding the place that hurts.

"That's for hiding the truth for all these years!" I answered, "And THIS!" kicking him in the process, "..is for showing THAT stupid excuse of an expression! If anything happens to my sisters, I'll definitely shave that fucking beard of yours, Goat-face." I added, panting feverously as I stopped.

There was silence in the air after my snapping. I looked down at mybattered father with a bead of sweat trailing down my forehead. I know I went beyond theboundaries of a rampaging son but that's just the way we express ourselves towards each other. Tough Love. And if I didn't know my father any better, he had expected something like this to happen or worst. That's why he didn't bother to retaliate, he knew I have all rights to express myself and that I'll stop once I've finished expressing them.

"Here." I offered a hand after I have finally calmed down.

He slowly lifts his head from his cowering position, sniffling like a crying brat and fluttering his eyes like a scolded dog, "You're not angry anymore?"

A vain was visible at my forehead as he said so, but still held my temper in check, gesturing my hand for him to take.

As he decided to slowly reached for my offered help, a very mischievous grin suddenly played against his lips. And before I could react, he had grabbed my hand and yanked me towards him. Pushing me down on my stomach as he straddles me from the back, pinning my captured hand painfully against my spine.

"HA! TAKE THAT, SON! NOW, IT'S YOUR TURN TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES FOR PUTTING YOUR GUARD DOWN!" he declared victoriously.

"TEMEE..!" I grind my teeth in irritation, "I'll ki~" but before I could finish my remark, a burst of laughter came out from my mouth instead.

Tickling me on the side with his free hand, he aimed the places where he knew were my tickle points are. I tried to shake him off with my captured state but everything I did was put in vain. Adding the time to time pain that my captured hand would execute, everything I do was useless. I tried to muffle my laughs and wiggle him off, but rather than stopping, it encouraged him even more, making me lose my control and burst out shamefully again.

My lungs craved air badly while theretard decided to lay his upper body heavily on top of me and continued his ministration, leaving me gasping air desperately due to the added weight.

"Ahem.." a cough was then heard from the back.

I didn't care who the stranger was and wasted no time when my father stilled for a brief second. I pushed him off and slowly crawled away, grasping breath for dear life.

I look around to see who mysavior was and was surprise to see two familiar faces.

"Domo, Kurosaki-san. I'm glad to see you moving again." one of them said comically.

I heard my father tsk on the side but ignored him, "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine now. No thanks to you guys." I answered sarcastically as I stood up, patting the dusts off my clothe.

"Still mad, I see." Urahara said in his usual tone that made a vein on my temple twitch as he and his companion came closer.

"I told you not to make an appearance until I give the signal." my father said at his side as he made a petulant pout and cross his arms together.

"My apologies, Isshin-san. But we can't just let you do all the fixing yourself. We are partially at fault too, you know."

"Kisuke is right, Isshin. After what Byakuya did to him earlier, I bet Ichigo needs more than that Fatherly love of yours." Yuroichi snickered as they had stopped before us.

A blush came across my face at the thought of them witnessing that embarrassing position we were just in.

"Nonesense! If anything, my kids love my Undivided Fatherly Attention for them. My son makes no difference."

I was so caught up easing my embarrassment to notice too late my father's newest exploit.

During my occupancy, he managed to slung his arms around my waist and hugged it tightly. At the time I notice, my body moved on its own reflex again and began to push him off.

"No, son! You don't need to hold back. Daddy's here to~"

I didn't wait for him to finish that sentence for my fist to connect on his face again. He released his hold and rolled over in pain. I completely ignored his agony and began to continuously kick him again out of irritation.

"Kurosaki-san." the voice of the blond made me stop and reminded me of the current situation.

I faced the two's direction with my usual scowl.

Yuroichi was right. After what happened to me earlier, I do need more than that so called Fatherly love to forget everything they did or more truthfully did not do. I was still a bit bitter because of what happened earlier and the fact that they didn't do anything and let that Byakuya guy have his way with me.

"We know that you must still be angry at us for letting Byakuya have his way with you but, it was the swiftest path," Yoruichi said.

"That's right, and time is of the essence now, Kurosaki-san," Urahara followed.

"Hmph, if time was really of the essence, then why the hell did it take you all these years before you decided to tell me?" I questioned the three.

"Shirosaki." my attention was then caught by the said name.

"What about him?" facing the very person who suddenly mentioned it all of a sudden.

I saw my old man eye me from where he is sprawling, "Shirosaki asked us to do so." he then added nonchalantly, sitting his ass up.

"What?" I was confuse and my gut was starting to feel uneasy.

"He didn't want you to get involve into any of this. So he approached us one by one and ask us not to tell you anything." it was Yuroichi who spoke.

"Involved? He was the one who got me involved in the first place the moment he appeared on my bed?!"

"Bed?" the three looked at me quizzically.

I felt my face heat up after my slip of tongue, and Yoruichi's mischievous grin and Urahara's suggestive eyes wasn't helping at all. But no one could compare the humiliation my father's reaction caused.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BED?! The two of you have been sleeping together!? AHHH! I knew a day would come when my son would do the 'this and that' with someone!" he waved his hands exaggeratingly in the air, "I should've given him the talk! what a bad father I've been! Neglecting my own child's needs!"

"OI!" I called but my idiot father paid no mind to it. I could hear Yoruichi and Urahara snickering in the background while he continued his idiocy, "Oi!" I yelled, snapping him back.

He then looked at me with a serious expression that had taken me aback, "Ichigo," he said, placing both hands on my shoulders, "Just don't forget to use protection for even we youkais can also have diseases.."

' That's it!'

A vein finally snapped. I grabbed and tossed the idiot to the ground, then continuously kicked his treasured jewel. Our two other companions laughed in the background.

After a few minutes of inflicting pain on my father, I sighed heavily then turned back to my other companions with a serious expression.

"Shirosaki," I started, "If he didn't wanted me involved, then why did he show up in the first place?"

The two looked surprised at my sudden questioning. It was Urahara who answered, "Indeed, he did not want you to get involved. But Aizen had already begun to make his move. He had begun sending powerful youkais to the human world causing great havoc just to find you." My eyes widened at this.

"That's right Ichigo. In fact what happened to the building your friend, Inoue Orihime lived in was an example of the damage these youkais could do."

"Wait! Back up! Are you telling me that fire that burned Inoue's apartment was caused by a youkai looking for me?!" I nearly yelled my question.

"Yes." the seriousness of the answer nearly made my stomach turn.

"Then that means all of my friends and people close to me could be in danger!"

"Yes." Urahara answer grimmly, "You might also be wondering why he's after you.." I stared at him devout of any emotions but my mind was replaying the conversation I had with Tensa.

"Well, that's because of the..."

"Hougyoku." I cut in, which surprised the trio.

"Kurosaki-san, where did you heard that name?" Urahara asked, surprised could still be seen in his face.

"It doesn't matter where I heard it, what I want to know is why Aizen wants it." I stated.

The two shared a quick look before answering. "We aren't really sure Ichigo," said Yoruichi.

Nodding, Urahara followed, "All we know is that if he gets it, it will be bad for all. I'm not sure if you know this but the Hougyoku can fulfill the desires of the heart if this gets into the hands of beings like Aizen who knows what will happen."

"What's important now is training you, Ichigo, so you can defend yourself from Aizen and his men," Oyaji said, finally recovering from our early exploits and joining in on the conversations.

I merely stared at the three who were waiting for my answer. But something was still bugging me despite everything being all well explained by the group. "Ne, I still have one more question," I paused taking a deep breath, "If Aizen had been very persistent in finding me, even going so far as hurting innocent people, then why didn't any of you decided to tell me. I mean, I know that Shirosaki told you not to but still."

"Because for Shirosaki, your safety was far more important and we all respected it. He wanted to protect you in any way possible, Ichigo." Yoruichi answered solemnly.

"What? But why?"

All eyes turned to me as they answered in unison, "Because your his master.."

'All head has his own servant..'

"We youkai will sacrifice anything just to protect our master.." Urahara added.

'And Shirosaki for you, Ichigo..'

The words Tensa said echoed inside my head. I never expected that he would sacrifice this much for me. When I found out that he was connected to me somehow, I was having this feeling that I needed to do something. Now, after finding out that he did more than saving me and my sisters' lives a couple of times, I made my resolve. I was never fond of being protected and that's not about to change now. I was not called Ichigo for no reason. But before anything else, I need to confirm something that has been bothering me since I was brought to this place.

"Is.." I paused for a moment, swallowing the unexpectedly huge lump on my throat, "Is Shirosaki still alive..?" I asked in a slight shaken tone.

I bit my lip as my heart started to pump harshly against my ribs and beads of sweat were forming on my forehead at my suddenly faltered voice. It didn't even help the weary look on the trio's faces. It was a relief to release such load from my chest but somehow, it kind of turned into something far more unsettling.

'What if he died in the explosion? What now?'

I stubbornly shook my head from straying on that thought.

'Now is not the right time to have such negativity' I said to myself.

If I'm about to indulge myself into this mess, then it's better to have a clear mind, free from things that can lead to any distractions.

"Well? Is he or is he not?" I was kind of surprise how unfaltered my voice sounded despite the turmoil going on inside my head.

And because of that, someone finally decided to give what I need.

"Hai. He is."

Relief spread throughout out my body at the words but I know something was still off and I have a bad feeling I won't be liking it. So I kept quiet and urge Urahara to continue.

Hat and clogs sighed at my determination and proceeded, "But he has been captured by Aizen-san and was brought back to Seireitei..."

The surrounding turned dreaded after the truth was out. I on the other hand felt more determined than ever. I want to retrieve him back ASAP. And the only way to do so is to become stronger. The enemies are not like the bullies I beat up after school before. They are stronger, faster and probably smarter. I know my current self won't stand a chance against them but if what they say about me is true, then maybe, just maybe, I might have a shot.

"Urahara-san." this spiked Urahara's attention, "Will you help me get stronger? I know my knowledge about any of this is very little but I'll get use to it, I promise. So please..." I bowed down, "Please help me get stronger...!" I bowed even lower.

The last time I bowed down in front of anybody was a month after ofukuro died. I was like a lost soul searching aimlessly for redemption. I skipped school, barely touch my food and ignored almost everybody. I really thought I was gonna die like that, guilty and miserable for the rest of my life. But when my father cried in front of me, that's when I realized that he never blamed me for mom's death and that he still loves me. I broke down and then apologized. I bowed my head so low and asked for his forgiveness. And now, I'm bowing for a different reason. A reason to make amends for the times I was weak and fulfill the promise I broke to my mom.

"Raise your head, Ichigo."

I then felt a hand on my shoulder, I slightly raise my head to come face-to-face with my old man. His eyes were filled with adoration as he fixed it with mine.

"I'm proud of you, son." he said solemnly, completely taking me off guard as he guided me to straighten back up before turning his attention to the blonde, "Urahara."

Urahara nodded, "Now, Kurosaki-san. We'll start your training." my attention was still fixed at my father, who just turned his back at me, before acknowledging the blonde, "But before we teach you any techniques, you have to learn how to use and control your Reiatsu. Like what I said before, it's the spiritual pressure that each one of us possess. Its strength differs depending on one's Reiryoku or Spiritual Power. Now, in order to do this, we need to make sure that your body is spiritually prepared for the task. But since you've already passed the first trial by withstanding our oozing Reiatsu during your walk towards the conference room earlier, we're gonna do the next step which is controlling your Reiatsu. Now would you kindly step forward, please."

I gotta admit I don't completely understand everything he just said. I just did as I was told and took a step forward only to realize that a hole suddenly appeared beneath me, making me step right into it.

-oOOo-

I blinked my eyes a couple of times in bewilderment. When I fell inside this hole, I really thought it was the end of me. But when I hit surface, I found myself alive and well. I checked myself to make sure everything was still intact before sighing in relief. I then decided to take notice of the surroundings before me, making one questioning brow rise as I did.

"Where am I?"

"We're in a dome designed for our task at hand." the all too familiar voice of a certain blonde answered, making me follow his direction behind me.-"Why here?" I said crudely, not happy to see the prick who trick me into this place.

Urahara scratched the back of his head guiltily, no doubt it was part of his uncalled antics again, "Well, due to your powerful lineage, we don't exactly know how strong your full capacity is. So in order to prevent unnecessary damages upstairs, we resorted to use this place for safety measures.

"Ah.." I scoffed, "So what so special about this place?"

Urahara gave me a half-sided smile before answering, "This place is meant to with-stand any powerful Reiatsu. Meaning, we can all-out use destructive kidou and this place won't even have a single scratch. Perfectly fit for drawing out your hidden and no doubt, unstable powers."

"Ah sou.." I showed my understanding disinterestedly, "So what are we gonna do now?"

Urahara smirked, "This." he said as he snapped his fingers.

A Crystal Ball suddenly appeared above me and almost hit the grounds if weren't for my fast reflex.

"What's this?" I causiously asked, analyzing the crystal side-by-side.

"Your assignment." he answered, lifting the same object on his hands.

"What do you want me to do with it, predict the future?" I asked incredulously.

He chuckled at my remark, "It's not that kind of sphere. This here is called a Spiritual Orb, it
produces a barrier so strong no harm would come to the wielder if activated."

"Really now?" my interest was caught, "How does it work?" I inquired, my inner curiosity kicking in.

The blond gave me an amuse look before demonstrating, "Easy." he said, still smiling as he held out his own orb with both hands, "First you have to concentrate and fuse it with the right amount of Reiatsu," closing his eyes in deep concentration before, "then viola! you got yourself an indestructible barrier." he announced, a bluish sphere encompasses him in.

I was rendered speechless. Amazement and a bit of awe filled me up.

'How did he do that!?'

"Now, Kurosaki-san, it's your turn."

I snapped back at my mentioned name, "Huh?"

Urahara chuckled, " I said, it's your turn." he repeated, gesturing the direction of my hands.

I followed his gaze and reminded that I too had my own orb, "Wait, what am I suppose to do?" I asked in slight panic.

"Like I said concentrate and pour a little amount of Reiatsu in the orb and it will create the barrier."

"I heard what you said, yarou. What I meant is a bit of translation to all that crap. Not an expert to these Youkai terms, remember?" I reminded him.

"Hohoho. I had forgotten you're still new to all of this. Very well, I'll try explaining all in baby terms."

I had to scowl when he said baby terms. I'm really starting to hate this guy.

"Well now, let's start with the terminologies. Do you know the difference between Reiryoku and Reiatsu?" he asked, putting out his orb and settled it down, pulling out a paper fan from his sleeves after.

I was confuse but answered honestly, "No idea what Reiryoku is but I do know that Reiatsu is some sort of spiritual pressure that everyone emits and that the stronger that person is, the heavier his Reiatsu becomes."

I stared at Urahara's closed eyes feature, no doubt contemplating everything I've said before opening them up, "You are right when you said that a Reiatsu is the spiritual pressure an individual emits, but its level of potency is not determined by strength of an individual but on his Reiryoku. You see Kurosaki-san, the Reiatsu is the physical manifestation of Reiryoku. The higher the Reiryoku of an individual the stronger his Reiatsu is. Most Youkai have low Reiryoku, some are even lower than human's. That's why they are invisible to humans or can barely do anything dangerous to them. But the Youkai with high Reiryoku, like the ones you've encountered, are a different story. They possess the power to influence the things around them."

I was a bit perplexed at what he just said, "What do you mean influence? How can they influence things?" I asked.

"Well, as I said, the Reiatsu is the physical manifestation of Reiryoku, when one release a large amount of Reiatsu it can either be good or dangerous, not only to humans but to us Youkai too."

I raised a brow questioningly not quite getting what he meant.

Sensing my confusion he continued, "Let's put it this way. Do you remember how you felt when you first encountered the enemies? When you first got here, do you remember?"

'Yeah, I felt like I was gonna die.' I thought, but merely nodded in response.

"Both airs back then were heavier than usual, even suffocating, that your body lost its own ability to move," he paused to see if I was still with him before continuing, "You see Kurosaki-san, when Abarai-san release a mere portion of his strong Reiryoku back then, it caused the air to thin by replacing it with his own energy. This made your body, which was not use to such atmosphere reject everything. This rejection caused your brain to shut down, from your mobile function to your very own consciousness, causing you to pass out."

"So that's what happened." I finally had an understanding to the earlier event. But something was still amiss, "But what's the benefit of a strong Reiatsu to people?" I asked.

"Ah, I was getting there. Now remember when you met with Abarai-san the second time? He released the same amount of Reiatsu but you were able to withstand him that time. The explanation to that is that your body adjusted with his Reiatsu and accommodated your own against it, allowing you to withstand its pressure. If it were any ordinary human or Youkai, the result would have been different or worst, could've cause them their lives."

I remain silent as I tried to sum every word up, "You mean to say that the reason why I was unaffected by that Abarai something's Reiatsu was because I unconsciously use my own to retaliate his? "

"Hai. And since your sleeping powers have been awoken, you did not just survive Abarai-san's Spiritual Pressure but also the Heads of the Four Houses. Which is also why we said earlier that you pass the first stage, the awakening of your power allowed you to survive the powers of others stronger than you. But there is a down side to this small achievement. Now that your power has awaken, you continuously pour out unnecessary Reiatsu that can cause harm to those around you."

Upon hearing this I panicked. "What?! You mean I'm now a walking time bomb?!"

"Well, you can say that. But you shouldn't worry. This is the primary reason why we are here. I will be
teaching you how to control your Reiatsu from spilling recklessly in the open." He hid his fan again in his sleeves and picked the orb again. "Now Kurosaki-san lets go back to training. As I said earlier this orb creates an indestructible barrier and all you have to do is pour on your Reiatsu into it, and to do so, you must focus your Spiritual Energy in it."

I nodded and tried what Urahara said. I held the orb with both hands and began concentrating my Reiatsu in it. At first I felt a strong power inside waiting to burst out, but when I tried to place that energy in the orb, all that happened was a very dull 'swoosh' sound that was followed by silence.

"Well not what I expected but will still do. Continue this and you will be able to do it in no time," The blond said as he turned his back from me.

"Oi! Where do you think you're going?!" I called the blond.

The bastard faced me, half of his face hidden in the paper fan he held earlier and said, "Why
Kurosaki-san, I'm was simply leaving to get myself something to eat. Just do what I said and you'll be fine."

Before I could say anything the blond disappeared without a trace.

"Dammit! He's begining to par with Oyaji in my list of annoying people in my life!" I said inwardly, then sighed in defeat. "Lucky for him, I need to finish this up so I can go and help Shirosaki."

After God knows how long, I fell down on the hard ground, breathing heavily and utterly exhausted. I never knew trying to control my Spiritual Energy took so many toll in me. Urahara still hasn't returned from wherever hell he went, and I still haven't made a single perfect barrier like the one Urahara made. The progress I made so far can't even be called barriers because they barely could surround me before they disperse into thin air. I was beginning to think it was all hopeless and that I would never make it in time when another presence entered the area. I turned around to look and found the rude red-headed brat from Urahara's place, standing a few feet away from me. I was about to asked
what he was doing here when I noticed he was carrying a tray that couldn't be mistaken as anything else but food.

"Here." shoving the tray to me, looking obviously annoyed, "Better eat right away 'cuz I need to return the dishes back."

I wanted nothing more than to smack some manners into this kid, eat, and rest to regain my strength back, but I didn't have enough time.

'The longer it takes for me to learn all this and become stronger, the lower the chances of me saving Shiro. Wait. Shiro? Since when did I give him a nickname?'

I frowned at the thought. I was beginning to miss him, despite the fact that I had only met him only a few days ago and that my encounters with him weren't really that good. Except for the kisses.

'Wait! what?! What the hell am I thinking!? I did not just thought of that!'

I shook my head and let out a frustrated groan. My own mind was going too crazy for my own good. I need to focus on the present and think about these things some other now I need to master and get this barrier thing working.-I stood up, ignoring the yelp from the kid standing in front of me. When I did finally notice him, he was sitting on his ass.

"Sorry kid, but I ain't hungry yet, I need to do this before Urahara-san gets back so I can get to the next part of my training," I told him.

He looked like he was about to protest but he didn't get the chance to because when I tried to put on the barrier again, I suddenly felt weak and fell down on my knees.

"Hmph! that's what you get, Baka. You can't continuously use your Spiritual Energy so recklessly without getting tired. Using ones Reiatsu puts a huge toll on the body physically. You need to take a break otherwise you'd end up exhausting yourself, worse case, you'd end up in a mild coma," the redhead said as he picked himself up, "Much better to restore your energy first, stupid."

I looked at him as he handed the tray back to me, then at the food. It wasn't anything fancy just plain fried fish, rice and some sort of soup. But despite its simplicity, the food
looked ten times more appetizing.

After being reprimanded, my brain merely agreed to it and accepted the food. I began devouring my meal when the kid pulled a big canteen from his jean pocket and made me wonder how it fit inside. He placed it beside my tray, looking very bored.

I didn't enjoy eating with the brat impatiently waits for me to finish, so I tried to kindly asked him to leave, "Hey, kid. You don't have to force yourself to wait for me. I'll bring them back once I'm done."

He gave only a shrug before turning his back from me.

Thinking that he was leaving, I continued eating. While my focus was on my meal, the air suddenly felt different than usual. I looked up and I saw the kid was still here and was holding my Spiritual orb in his hand, creating a real perfect barrier. Then as fast as it was created, the boy disperses the barrier and faced me with a smug expression.

"Piece of cake. Really, I don't know why you're having a hard time in the first place. I think you're as bad as the moocher when it comes to these things!" he said before throwing the orb at b back to me and started to walk away.-I knew he was insulting me and I was about to retaliate when he said, "If ya really want to do it right, try clearing your mind from everything else then, imagine yourself entering a void that is devoid of anything else."

"Huh?" Now that was even more confusing than what Urahara had told me. I tried to ask the kid to expound more but he was already gone.

"Man, these people really need to stop doing that," I said irately.

I finished my meal and picked up the orb again. I was going to try again when the kid's words replayed in my head.

'Hn, wonder if it really works..' I thought, "Well, got nothing to lose in trying."

And so I did as what the kid said. I closed my eyes, cleared my mind and pictured myself walking towards a black hole. I was so focus on what I was doing that I didn't hear the footsteps of people approaching. It was only when I heard a loud gasp and an 'Oh my' that I opened my eyes and found myself in a very, very huge barrier.

"You did it, Kurosaki-san!" Urahara along with Yoruichi exclaimed.

I was so ecstatic that I started retelling them what I did, "I merely tried what that brat said about a void and stuff and I was able to do this!" I said excitedly, not noticing the panicking look on my companions' faces.

It was only when I heard a crack from my barrier that I stopped talking. I stared at the crack for a few seconds before everything went black.

-TBC-

A/N: Yes! Finally, I had the time to update this. This chap have been in storage for quite some time now and I sincerely apologize for the very long wait. Can't really say when's the next update but like I said before, I will never give up on this. I have finished writing the next chapter though but it still needs further editing. Hope you guys would still bear with me here. I would also like to thank DeAmonQuEeN for helping me with this. You're truly a lifesaver. So yeah. Til then..! Please don't forget to leave a review! See ya guys!

Translations:

Kosode - is a basic Japanese robe for both men and women, worn as both an undergarment and overgarment.

Hakama - tied at the waist and fall approximately to the ankles.

Obi - sash

Temee - You

Ofukuro - Mother

Ah sou – I see..

Baka - Stupid