Fake It Till You Make It - Chapter 3

Probably the last chapter of this unless I can think up more memoirs. Hope you guys enjoy.

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"The greatest threats are often the ones you least expect.

I've commanded battalions, overseen global military operations, and dealt with forces that sought to destabilize the very foundations of Remnant. In all those years, I have learned that the most dangerous individuals are not always the loudest or the strongest, but the ones who reshape battlefields with quiet efficiency.

Jaune Arc is, without question, the most dangerous man in Remnant.

It's strange to write that sentence, even now. When I first met him, I thought nothing of him. A young Huntsman with no notable pedigree, armed with little more than an old sword and shield, Jaune Arc looked more like a child playing warrior than a true soldier. I dismissed him immediately.

That mistake haunts me to this day.

The first reports seemed inconsequential. A small village, surrounded by Grimm, somehow evacuated under Jaune Arc's leadership. I expected to read about skirmishes, last stands, casualties. Instead, I found descriptions of how Arc 'strategically manipulated the local terrain, outmaneuvering the enemy while minimizing civilian losses.' Entire waves of Grimm were neutralized with zero Huntsman casualties.

I remember asking him how he managed it. He scratched the back of his head and mumbled something about 'just leading people where it seemed safe.' He was lying, of course. Men like Jaune Arc never reveal the full extent of their tactics.

Then there was the Battle of Argus. When the enemy breached our defenses and Arc's unit was cut off, I feared the worst. Reinforcements arrived to find Arc standing victorious atop a downed Atlesian Paladin mech, surrounded by disabled enemies. The official report cited 'masterful use of commandeered technology.' Jaune claimed he had 'panicked and hit buttons until something worked.'

Clever. But I wasn't fooled. Jaune Arc doesn't panic. He adapts.

But the Siege of Mantle was where Jaune Arc's true brilliance became undeniable. His unit was tasked with defending a vulnerable supply line from advancing Grimm. I braced for heavy losses. Instead, his forces routed the enemy entirely.

The official explanation? Arc had orchestrated the battlefield to bottleneck the Grimm, forcing them into a kill zone. When I questioned him directly, he deflected - as he always does - claiming he 'knocked over some crates while climbing to higher ground' and that 'things just fell into place.'

That was the moment I realized something critical. Jaune Arc doesn't just lead. He doesn't command. He shapes fate itself.

I would call it luck if it weren't so consistent. Time after time, Arc's 'accidents' and 'missteps' result in overwhelming victories. There is no luck that precise. The man is a tactical savant, hiding behind the guise of modesty and false humility.

I have no illusions about the danger this represents. As much as I respect Jaune Arc - perhaps even admire him - I am not foolish enough to let my guard down. I have seen enough leaders rise and fall to recognize the signs. Arc's influence spreads quietly, almost invisibly, but it grows all the same. Soldiers rally behind him. Huntsmen trust him. Civilians worship him.

And if Arc ever decided that Remnant would be better under his rule, I have no doubt that he could make it happen.

Respect does not mean complacency. I have established contingencies. Penny Polendina, for example, has been given discreet orders to neutralize Arc should the need arise. Veteran operatives have been stationed near him under the guise of protective details, though their true mission is to monitor for signs of deviation. I have ensured that if the day comes when Jaune Arc turns his gaze toward conquest, he will not rise unchallenged.

I doubt Arc even realizes the full extent of the power he holds. His greatest weapon isn't his sword or shield; it's the perception he has built - whether by design or accident. He leads by making others believe he's ordinary, even as he performs extraordinary feats. I find myself wondering how much of this is deliberate. Is he playing the fool, or is he truly unaware of the legend he is becoming?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that Jaune Arc wins. And that makes him the most dangerous man in Remnant.

If I sound paranoid, it is because I must be. I have been entrusted with the safety of Atlas and the security of Remnant. It is my duty to consider every possibility, even the ones that seem absurd. And the possibility that Jaune Arc, for all his humility and charm, could reshape the world with nothing more than his quiet influence...is not absurd at all.

I watch Jaune Arc with respect. I watch him with admiration.

But most of all, I watch him carefully."

(Excerpt from Tactical Threat Analysis: Remnant's Future Leaders, by General James Ironwood)

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"My relationship with Jaune Arc is...complicated.

I respect him deeply. He is a hero of Remnant, a man whose actions have shaped the course of history. His bravery and leadership have saved countless lives, including my own. As a Huntsman, as a leader, and as the father of my beloved nieces and nephews, he stands among the greatest figures of our time.

And yet, I resent him.

Jaune Arc is the father of Weiss's children - my sister's children - and yet, inexplicably, she is not his only wife. For reasons I cannot fathom, Weiss shares her marriage with two other women. Pyrrha Nikos and Ruby Rose. Let me be clear. I respect Pyrrha. I tolerate Ruby (albeit with some fondness). But Jaune? I resent him for allowing this to happen.

I have always believed in discipline, order, and above all, loyalty. These are the principles that have guided me through my years in the military, shaping my career and defining my place in the world. I have faced impossible odds and navigated the political minefield that is Atlas. I have earned the respect of my peers, commanded soldiers in battle, and upheld the Schnee name with pride.

So to find my sister's husband being some cad that forces her to share her love with two other women? It fills me with no great joy.

Every time I confront him, every time I so much as hint at this outrageous situation, he reacts the same way. His eyes widen, his hands wave frantically, and he stammers in that way only Jaune Arc can:
'No, Winter! I swear, I didn't plan any of this! I didn't even know they were serious until they pulled out the rings! I thought they were joking - who proposes in a group?! I panicked! What was I supposed to say?!' And that was just one of his excuses.

Pathetic.

Does he truly expect me to believe that three women - Huntresses of extraordinary talent and stature - simultaneously decided to marry him, and he simply had no choice in the matter? Does he not realize how absurd that sounds? This is Jaune Arc, the Hero of Remnant, the man who commands entire battalions with a word, the strategist who outmaneuvered Salem herself. And yet he insists he was powerless against the whims of three women with engagement rings.

Ridiculous.

I do not know why he insists on keeping up this charade. Perhaps he believes it is humility. Perhaps he is genuinely incapable of acknowledging the influence he holds. Whatever the reason, it is frustrating beyond measure. Weiss deserved better. She deserved a husband solely devoted to her, to her happiness, not one who divides his attention between two other women and their collective thirty-seven children.

Yes. Thirty-seven.

It's a logistical nightmare, one Weiss navigates with all the grace and precision of a Schnee. But I know it wears on her. She will never admit it - pride runs deep in our family, after all - but I see it. I hear it in her sighs when she returns from wrangling Ruby's children, or when she lectures Pyrrha's children on table manners. And through it all, Jaune is there, wearing that same hopeless expression he always does when faced with the consequences of his so-called accidental harem.

Every time I question him, it's the same panicked dance, 'Winter, I know how this looks, but I swear, they decided this! I didn't choose anything! I was just standing there and suddenly there were vows and flowers and I- '

And yet, here he is.

I try to let it go. I try to remind myself that Weiss is happy - or at least claims to be. That the children are well cared for. That Jaune Arc, for all his frustrating humility, is a good man. But there is a part of me that cannot let it rest. A part of me that watches the way Weiss looks at him when she thinks no one is watching - the softness in her eyes, the rare smile she reserves only for him - and feels the sting of jealousy on her behalf.

Why should she have to share him? Why does she - my strong, brilliant, accomplished sister - settle for being one of his wives? She deserves better

The children, at least, are a joy. Thirty-seven nieces and nephews, each more unique than the last. Ruby's children are chaos incarnate, bright and mischievous with her keen intelligence for technology, while Pyrrha's children are polite but terrifyingly skilled for their age, prodigies one and all. Weiss's children, naturally, are the most refined, though even they can be swept up in their siblings' antics. They're already making plans to oust Jacques from his throne. I couldn't be prouder.

I adore them. I spoil them. And in those moments, I almost forgive Jaune for all of it.

Almost.

But then I'll catch him trying to explain the situation to Penny when she comes to visit them, and I am reminded all over again why this frustrates me so deeply, 'It's not what it looks like! I mean, it is what it looks like, but not on purpose! I just - look, it's complicated!'

Jaune Arc. The man who defeated Salem. The man whose tactical brilliance turned the tide of countless battles. And yet he cannot win a single argument about his own marriage. I refuse to believe such a farce. This was his plan, she was sure of it.

So yes, my feelings about Jaune Arc are complicated. I respect him. I resent him. And, to my eternal frustration, I cannot help but feel a reluctant fondness for him. But that does not mean I will stop questioning him. Someone must hold him accountable. Weiss may be satisfied with this arrangement, but I will remind Jaune at every opportunity that I am watching him.

And the next time he tries to tell me this wasn't his doing, I will simply raise an eyebrow and say, 'A man who defeated the Queen of Grimm should not tremble in the face of three marriage proposals.'

He never has a good response to that."

(Excerpt fromFamily and Frustrations: A Schnee's Perspective, by Winter Schnee)

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"You know, for the longest time, I didn't get the hype around Jaune Arc. I mean, sure, he was funny and nice in that awkward puppy-dog kind of way, but badass? Legendary? The guy who took down Salem and became the Hero of Remnant? Let's just say I wasn't convinced at first.

But then I saw him in action, and - yeah, okay - I get it now. Jaune Arc is a total badass.

I've heard all the stories, just like everyone else. The strategic genius who saved entire villages from Grimm, outmaneuvered Salem's inner circle, and somehow managed to inspire three of the most incredible women in Remnant to marry him. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud, but with Jaune, somehow it all makes sense.

Take Ruby, for example. I'll admit, when she told me she was marrying Jaune with two other women, I thought she was joking. I mean, Ruby's Ruby, you know? She's the kid who puts syrup on her cookies and calls it breakfast. How was she supposed to handle something as complicated as marriage, especially a poly thing? But then I saw the way she looked at him, and - more importantly - the way he looked at her. He grounds her in a way no one else can. And let's be honest, their kids are absolutely hilarious. Watching those little maniacs run circles around Jaune is probably my new favorite hobby.

And yeah, Dad and I are totally cool with it. Ruby's happy, the kids are awesome, and Jaune treats her like a queen even with two other wives. What more could we ask for? Uncle Qrow, though...oof. Let's just say he's still coming to terms with the whole 'three wives' thing. Every time we have a family dinner, I catch him giving Jaune these side-eyes, like he's trying to figure out how a guy with a pumpkin on his head managed to pull this off.

Not that Jaune notices. He's too busy trying to stop Ruby's kids from jumping off the furniture while Pyrrha's kids practice spear throws in the backyard and Weiss's kids argue over who gets to host the next formal tea party. Honestly, it's kind of amazing how he keeps up with all of them.

Me? I get to be the cool aunt. I show up, play with the kids, teach them a few tricks, and then hand them back to their parents just when they're in the middle of a sugar rush (Weiss' kids are the best with them). It's the best gig ever. Ruby's kids love it when I teach them how to punch, Pyrrha's kids always want sparring lessons, and Weiss's kids think I'm some kind of exotic rebel because I refuse to wear fancy dresses and say the F word.

It's all fun and games for me, but for Jaune? It's chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos. Every time I visit, he's running around like a headless chicken, trying to wrangle thirty-seven kids while three wives give him conflicting orders. And yet, somehow, he does it. I don't know if it's his legendary patience or his sheer determination, but he makes it work.

And let's not forget the stories about his heroics. Oh man, the way people talk about Jaune, you'd think he was some kind of Huntsman demigod. I've heard people say he's the greatest strategist Remnant's ever seen, the guy who can turn the tide of a battle with a single move. And honestly? I believe it. I mean, have you seen the guy in action? He's the reason we're all still here. The way he took charge during the Grimm Wars, the way he held our team together when things got tough - there's no denying he's earned his spot in the history books.

But here's the thing about Jaune: for all the hype, he's still the same awkward, lovable goofball I met back at Beacon. He's still the guy who trips over his own feet and gets flustered when Ruby kisses him on the cheek. And that's what makes him so great. He's a hero, sure, but he's also just Jaune.

And that's why I'm proud to call him family.

So yeah, Uncle Qrow might grumble about Jaune 'forcing' Ruby to share with two other women (Weiss' sister whines about it too), but honestly? The guy deserves all the happiness he's got. He's earned it. And as long as he keeps making Ruby and the kids laugh, he's okay in my book.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Weiss's kids are trying to teach Pyrrha's kids how to ballroom dance, and Ruby's kids are using the vacuum cleaner to chase Zwei. Somebody's gotta keep this family entertained, and that somebody is me."

(Excerpt from Cool Aunt Chronicles: Life with the Arcs, by Yang Xiao Long)

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"Greetings, dear reader! Allow me to share my thoughts on one of Remnant's greatest heroes: Jaune Arc!

What an extraordinary man! From the first moment I heard tales of his cunning victories and heroic deeds, I knew he was someone special. He defeated Salem, united powerful allies, married three powerful women, and became the father of thirty-seven remarkable children! Isn't that incredible? Truly, Jaune Arc is a man of unparalleled charisma and capability.

I was originally stationed near Jaune Arc's household under General Ironwood's direct orders. 'Monitor Jaune Arc,' he said. 'Observe for signs of ambition or potential world domination,' he said. 'Be prepared to eliminate him if necessary.'

I was so excited to receive the assignment! It meant I could spend more time with Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha, and Jaune's ever-growing family! I must confess, however, that I was very confused when Jaune told me I was now 'officially' the family babysitter. This was not mentioned in the mission briefing. I am still not entirely sure how it happened. One day I was delivering security reports. The next, Ruby handed me three babies, told me, 'Good luck, Penny! We'll be back in an hour!' and disappeared out the window with Jaune to go shopping for baby formula.

That was three years ago.

I have since been promoted to Head Babysitter, Conflict Mediator, Lunch Coordinator, and Lullaby Performer. I consider this a great honor. Being tasked with keeping an eye on Jaune Arc and his lovely family has been an absolute delight. It is an honor to ensure the safety of the Hero of Remnant and his children, even if it means corralling a small army of tiny humans with more energy than an overcharged Dust crystal.

The children are wonderful and my duties as babysitter are varied, from settling disputes over toy ownership to preventing Ruby's kids from building "rocket skateboards" (a project they assure me is perfectly safe). The family calls these moments "chaos." I call them "character building!"

Managing all thirty-seven of them can be challenging. On an average day, at least one of Ruby's children attempts to climb something taller than they are. Pyrrha's children regularly turn the backyard into a battlefield. Weiss's children practice diplomacy, but their version often involves bribing their siblings with extra dessert in exchange for TV privileges.

It is chaos. But it is happy chaos.

As for Jaune Arc himself, I find him endlessly fascinating. He is warm, kind, and utterly devoted to his family. Watching him try to juggle his roles as a father, husband, and Hero of Remnant is inspiring. He always seems just a little overwhelmed, though I suspect this is simply an act of humility. After all, a man as brilliant as Jaune Arc couldn't possibly be flustered by something as simple as bath time for thirty-seven children.

And yet, there is a small, tiny part of me - perhaps 0.02% - that harbors a lingering concern.

Jaune Arc is a figure of immense influence and power. His charisma is unmatched, his strategic mind unparalleled, and his reputation unassailable. If he were ever to decide that Remnant needed a single ruler, one person to unite the world under their banner, I fear that no force could stop him.

Including me.

Of course, such a scenario is highly improbable. Jaune Arc is a benevolent soul, wholly dedicated to peace and family. Still, my programming insists on preparing for all possibilities. Thus, I have developed an extensive list of contingency plans, should the worst come to pass. These plans include a variety of neutralization protocols, but I sincerely hope they are never needed. I would much rather spend my time baking cookies with Weiss's children or helping Ruby's kids test their latest (non-lethal) inventions.

In truth, I wish nothing but happiness for Jaune Arc and his family. They are chaotic, yes, but they are also filled with love and joy. Watching them grow and thrive is one of the greatest privileges of my existence.

And so, I will continue to fulfill my role as their babysitter and protector, ensuring that Jaune Arc remains the hero we all believe him to be. I am certain he will never give me reason to doubt him.

But just in case...I will keep my contingency plans up to date. After all, preparation is paramount!"

(Excerpt from Adventures in Babysitting: A Synthetic Perspective, by Penny Polendina)

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"In times of peace, the world often forgets those still left in the shadows.

Remnant stands at a crossroads. The Grimm have receded, Salem has been defeated, and for the first time in living memory, the world can breathe without the constant shadow of destruction looming overhead. We've entered a golden age, or so the newspapers claim, and the Hero of Remnant, Jaune Arc, sits at the center of it all. Statues of him stand in every major city, schools name buildings after him, and his family, larger than some villages, is a symbol of prosperity.

And yet, for all this progress, the Faunus continue to suffer.

Oh, the blatant violence of the past has lessened. No longer do we fear being hunted openly in Mistral or Atlas, but prejudice is a stubborn weed that refuses to die. Faunus children still face ridicule, and their parents find fewer opportunities. Change is slow, painfully so, and sometimes it feels as if we are left behind while the rest of the world celebrates. I have a plan to change that.

The plan is simple.

Step one: Marry Jaune Arc.

Step two: Leverage my newfound status as Wife Number Four to further the cause of Faunus equality.

It may seem ambitious, but I assure you, this is the most logical course of action.

Jaune Arc's influence stretches across every kingdom, every council, and every social class. His name alone carries weight that can move mountains - sometimes literally. Jaune Arc didn't just defeat Salem; he reshaped Remnant through sheer will (and a few things he claimed were accidents, though Blake brushed it off as humility). His reputation makes him untouchable, and any cause he supports becomes synonymous with justice and righteousness.

Therefore, it is imperative that I secure his hand in marriage.

Of course, there will be...complications. Pyrrha, Ruby, and Weiss have already claimed their positions as Jaune's wives. The prospect of a fourth wife may seem excessive to some, but I believe it is precisely this unconventional dynamic that allows for further expansion. If three wives are acceptable, what is one more? In fact, one could argue that adding diversity to this arrangement serves as a symbolic gesture of unity.

And who better to embody diversity than a Faunus wife? She could see the headlines now:

"Hero of Remnant Marries Faunus, Pledges to End Discrimination!"

"The Arc Family Expands - Now With 25% More Ears and Tails!"

I anticipate Weiss may object. As CEO of the SDC, she holds considerable influence over Faunus relations - an influence I cannot allow to regress into the...less favorable policies of her father. Weiss is my friend, and I respect her, but even she is not immune to the dangers of corporate inertia.

However, as Jaune Arc's fourth wife, I will ensure that Weiss remembers her commitment to Faunus equality. It will be much harder for her to ignore my input during SDC board meetings when I'm literally sitting across from her at the breakfast table and my children call her Mama and Auntie.

Pyrrha and Ruby will likely be easier to sway. Pyrrha, while fiercely loyal to Jaune, is also endlessly kind and altruistic. She would not stand in the way of a union designed to bring justice and peace to Remnant. Ruby...well, Ruby will probably just think it's funny and find the prospect of cat-eared children cute.

Now, some may question the ethics of pursuing marriage as a political tool. To that, I say: don't be ridiculous! This is not purely a political maneuver. I like Jaune. He's kind, he listens, and he somehow manages to wrangle thirty-seven children without losing his mind. There are far worse people to marry in the name of equality.

And, if I may be honest for a moment, I think he needs someone like me.

Jaune is a great man. Too great. Having all that influence can corrupt even the most virtuous. Yes, he still acts and carries himself like the same clumsy boy I first met in Beacon, but that can change. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I believe my presence and practical approach to solving problems can counteract that. Every great leader needs someone at their side to keep them grounded.

I can be that person.

Step three: Secure Faunus representation at the highest levels of Remnant governance. With Jaune's backing, I will push for equal rights initiatives across all four kingdoms. Atlas, in particular, remains a stubborn holdout, but Weiss's influence there - combined with mine - will make progress inevitable.

Step four: Establish the Arc-Belladonna Foundation for Faunus Equality. We will fund schools, healthcare initiatives, and workforce integration programs. This will be a multigenerational effort.

Step five: Take down any remaining anti-Faunus organizations. (This step may involve the kids. I have personally trained Ruby's children in stealth tactics. Weiss insists this is 'improper conduct,' but I disagree. They're excellent at infiltration.)

Step six: Find a way to have Menagerie acknowledged as the fifth official kingdom of Remnant.

Now, I know some may read this and think, 'Blake, this sounds less like a memoir and more like an overly elaborate conspiracy.' To those people, I say, 'It's only a conspiracy if it doesn't work.

I have yet to propose this plan to Jaune. Timing is crucial. The last time I hinted at the idea - 'You know, Jaune, it wouldn't hurt to consider expanding the family further...for political reasons' - he turned so red I thought he might actually faint.

Clearly, he wasn't ready. But he will be. One day, Jaune Arc will understand the necessity of this union. When that day comes, I will be prepared. Until then, I will continue to strengthen my bond with the children and subtly remind Weiss of the moral imperative of having a Faunus sister-in-law.

It's not manipulation.

It's strategy."

(Excerpt from The Arc of Equality: A Personal Manifesto, by Blake Belladonna)

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"My name is Winter Arc, I am ten years old and the eldest of Father's thirty-seven children.

Technically, I am only older by a matter of minutes, but that is irrelevant. First is first. That is what Mother always says, and as the eldest, it is my duty to uphold the family name with grace and dignity. This is especially important when one's siblings are... less inclined toward order.

Father says I shouldn't take things so seriously. He says it with a smile, like he's proud of me, but I know he doesn't really mean it. I've heard him tell Mama Ruby's children the exact opposite. "Please take things seriously for once," he'll say as they attempt to launch yet another 'airship prototype' off the roof. (The last one created a hole in Schnee manor that still hasn't been repaired).

It's hard being the responsible one, but I manage.

My siblings often accuse me of being Mother's 'favorite,' but that is not true. I simply have a better understanding of propriety. And if Mother does favor me, it is only because I am the most well-behaved. The rest of them could stand to learn a few things from me.

That said...I am absolutely Father's favorite.

Not that he would ever admit it. Father is far too humble for that. But it is obvious to anyone who pays attention. He always lets me sit next to him at dinner, and when I ask for extra dessert, I receive it without question.

I respect Mother deeply, but there are certain things that only Father can be persuaded to allow. If I ask for a later bedtime, Father will hesitate, then glance at Mother for permission. When she narrows her eyes at him, he sighs and says, "I'll think about it, Winter." That is not a no. It is a negotiation. Mother would be far stricter.

And while Mother prides herself on discipline, Father is a tactician. He knows exactly how much he can get away with. That is why I always ask him first.

Mother often tells me that I take after her, but I disagree. I take after Father. That isn't to say I love Mother any less, of course, but the facts speak for themselves.

Mother says I have her poise. Father says I inherited his 'responsible streak.' I think he means it as a joke, but I know better. Father is very responsible. I have watched him manage our entire household, breaking up fights, calming Mama Ruby's children, and stopping Mama Pyrrha's kids from turning the garden into a combat arena.

His strength lies in the way he holds everything together. Always calm, always patient. He carries the weight of the family with ease. I have decided that when I grow up, I will be exactly like him. I've already commissioned a hoodie. It will be very cozy.

I have also decided I will marry someone exactly like him. It will be a difficult prospect - after all, who could match Father? - but I will manage. Mama Ruby's children think this is funny. They say Father is 'goofy' or 'awkward.' Clearly, they are not paying attention.

Yes, sometimes Father trips over his own feet or forgets important dates (Mother never lets him live that down), but those are small things. Trivial. Infinitesimal. Anyone can make such mistakes. What matters is that Father is kind and strong. He listens when we speak. He treats all of us as if we are the most important people in the world.

That is what makes him a hero.

Mama Ruby says I put Father on a pedestal. That may be true, but is there anything wrong with looking up to the greatest Huntsman in all of Remnant?

I will admit, I do feel somewhat...territorial. Especially when Mama Ruby and Mommy Pyrrha sit too close to him during family gatherings. As his eldest, I believe it is my place to stand beside him. They already share a bed for nightly cuddles. Unfair. Sometimes I offer to help him in the kitchen, even though I know I am not particularly good at cooking. That's fine. I mostly pass him things and tell him about my day.

Father always listens. Even if he's busy, even if one of Mama Ruby's children is trying to climb on top of the refrigerator, he listens.

And that's why he's my favorite.

I know our family is unconventional. Mother is married to Father, but so are Mama Ruby and Mommy Pyrrha. I suppose this would be strange to other families, but it's normal to us. Mama Ruby is playful, and Mommy Pyrrha is gentle, but Mother is the one who keeps everyone in line. That's probably why Father looks at her the way he does. Sometimes I catch him staring at her when he thinks no one is watching. Mother will pretend not to notice, but I know she does.

I hope someone looks at me like that one day, but for now, I will remain where I belong - beside Father.

It is not easy being the eldest child in such a large family, but I accept this responsibility with pride. After all, someone must set a good example.

And if that also means being Father's favorite? Well, I can hardly be blamed for that. It's only natural."

(Excerpt from My Super Secret Diary, by Winter Arc, Age 10)