Leonardo's POV
"Ultraman, attack!"
"Take this, Kolton!"
Water hit my face like tiny bullets as Daniel and Brad aimed their guns at me, spraying wildly. I couldn't dodge fast enough—the cold streams found every angle.
"Hey, hey, hey, little masters, you can't do this..." Tony's voice carried a note of panic, but the boys paid him no attention. They turned their weapons on him next.
"Ah, my eyes..." Tony stumbled backward, hands covering his face.
"Joseph! Stop being mischievous!" I called out, throwing my arms up as a shield. The last thing I needed was my son joining this water war.
Nobody listened. The guns ran dry with hollow clicking sounds, then small bodies crashed into me. Arms wrapped around my legs, others circled my waist. The impact nearly knocked me over.
I felt Tony step back—probably getting a good view of this chaos. Maybe this was normal for kids. Maybe this was how sons greeted their fathers, treating them like monsters to conquer.
