The Tombs of the Star Corridor remained quiet.
Kenjaku stood across from Takeru, still trying to understand how the conversation had somehow turned into a family tree discussion.
Takeru crossed his arms.
"Honestly…"
He looked at Kenjaku.
"I think you'd be my dad."
Kenjaku's expression went completely blank.
"…Excuse me?"
Takeru started explaining, counting on his fingers.
"I mean, you took control of my mom…"
He paused.
"…but I'm not calling you Mom."
Kenjaku stared at him.
"Understandable."
"You could be my uncle…"
Takeru pointed at himself.
"But Sukuna is the one I call uncle."
Kenjaku slowly nodded.
"I see."
"I have brothers."
A pause.
"And I think sisters."
Another pause.
"I have cousins…"
Takeru looked directly at Kenjaku.
"And you killed my dad."
Silence.
Takeru shrugged.
"So I think I'll be calling you Dad."
Kenjaku's face remained completely expressionless.
"…That is an absolutely ridiculous conclusion."
Takeru nodded.
"Probably."
"You cannot simply assign familial relationships based upon the fact that I possessed someone's body."
Takeru tilted his head.
"Why not?"
"Because that's not how families work."
Takeru thought about it.
"…It is now."
Kenjaku closed his eyes.
"No."
"Dad."
"No."
"Father?"
"No."
"Papa?"
Kenjaku opened his eyes.
"Absolutely not."
Takeru grinned.
"…Dad it is."
Kenjaku's eye twitched.
"You are impossible."
Takeru smiled.
"Thanks, Dad."
"I am beginning to understand why everyone else puts up with you rather than arguing."
Takeru nodded.
"See? You're already acting like a dad."
Kenjaku stared at him.
"…I regret speaking to you."
Takeru laughed.
"Too late."
The ancient sorcerer responsible for centuries of schemes had faced countless powerful opponents.
But somehow…
nothing had prepared him for being randomly adopted as Takeru's father.