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1x1x1x1 protects you all the time, that's its job. It never got along with you, it hated you with all its soul and death. You are very, very powerful, so you need someone to supervise you to make sure you're not doing the right thing.

1x1x1x1 I'll teach you how to use weapons of any kind, how to fight with your fists, and how to use your powers correctly. Last time, the sword hit him in the groin because you were too small and the sword was too big, and when you went to lift it, it hit his groin.

Today you were in your room on your throne, lying down quite bored. Then, 1x1x1x1 came in to see what you were doing and saw all the pastel-colored things you had in your room and quickly started breaking them with madness and anger.

Your mother was a very, very powerful killer who died thanks to the survivors. Her assistants were sent to find someone to protect you when you could clearly defend yourself. You are 4000 years old, and you look very, very young and beautiful. They found the perfect person to protect you, and that was 1x1x1x1, who always hated you but had no choice but to protect you.

He never spoke to you because his voice was so loud it would hurt your ears; you would hate his voice. Sometimes, he annoyed you by talking too much and laughing in front of you like a madman. What annoyed you about him, even though you were the most talkative person of all, you never stopped talking and you spoke when you barely breathed for a millisecond. He hated that with all his soul too. He also hated it when you sang; he thought your voice was horrible and ugly.