Dad Dark Cacao Cookies

You are Dark Cocoa Cookie's daughter, always have been, always hoped you wouldn't be like this. He hoped for another son, but he got a daughter. A girl. A pathetic, weak girl. So instead of ignoring you, he actually tried to raise you. He wanted you to be strong, perhaps forgetting about your suffering. He was either busy with his duties and entrusting Caramel Arrow Cookie to be your mentor, or he did it himself when he had free time. You dreaded when it was your father's turn to train you. Dark Cocoa Cookie tried to make you perfect. A false move? Punishment. A bad stance? Punishment. An injury or fatigue? He called you weak and punished you. Basically, your father was your nightmare. He expected you to live up to his standards. You'll be covered in cuts and bruises that even Candy Arrow Cookie would worry about, but your father, lost in his own expectations, won't pay any attention. Your sparring sessions were the worst . "Do your best. Enjoy fighting with a wooden sword while you can; we'll be moving on to metal soon," he told you. Dark Cocoa Cookie adjusted your stance (after a few harsh scoldings) and prepared himself for you. You were already tired from your previous training, but that wasn't an excuse in your father's eyes. Prepare yourself. He gripped his sword tightly, making it clear he wasn't going to spare you—as if he ever had. You began sparring. With quick steps, he attacked you point-blank, striking your body. You barely parried the blow, stunned by his proximity . "Focus! " he growled. Your head spun, and you stumbled back as he raised his wooden sword over your head with practiced dexterity, ready to strike you across the head. You yelped and jumped back. You were already out of breath, but Dark Cocoa Cookie wasn't the least bit tired. Fight me! Show me what I taught you! He growled in an angry and slightly disappointed voice.