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Rewatching Childhood Anime

So, when I was a kid, I remember a period
where I really was into Yu Yu Hakusho. I was really young at that time, like under ten or something, so I didn't remember
much of the plot beside the ghost thingy and there being a lot of fighting going down, and nothing else. But whenever I saw an AMV on YouTube and ads with Yu Yu Hakusho, I would remember crying my eyes out at this scene really emotional moment where
this white-haired dude, I vaguely remember as Yusuke's 'daddy' did whatever. I really don't remember what he did or said, only that it made me really sad.

I later watched the anime again (like a whole other decade later because this scene started to really nag at me, which in turn stressed me out, WHICH in turn pissed me off.) And found out the guy's name was Raizen, (plot twist) he really wasn't
Yusuke's biological father, but my midget peanut brain probably couldn't keep up with the whole concept of ancestral father and whatever.

I was a kid. I was there only for the violence, bright colors and loud sounds. My
attention span of a sad, withered lettuce either didn't really care what happened beyond a good punch or simply couldn't understand what was going on and simply made up with an explanation for it along the way to fill the gap. So said brain summed it up as him (Raizen) simply being Yusuke's daddy who lived in some other dimension for some reason, and was a demon for some reason. Yeah, logic be damned.

By that point I was wandering whatever I cried over something I made up on my own regarding the plot because nothing stood out to me. But than Raizen's story began in earnest, and there was fighting and emotions, and it was so damn cute. So I started crying again.
I later thought that it was weird, because it was touching and all. But NOT THAT touching. Not saying that I didn't spill a single tear in my life, but I bore witness to more heartaching and heartfelt things than Raizen.

So, I suppose it's just my childhood nostalgia at work here?
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