I'm sorry I'm not honest

I want to raise her with praise!

...That's what I think. Even if I can say "You're amazing" in my heart, the words that come out of my mouth are usually "Wake up already." Even though the feeling of wanting to praise her has reached the front door, the moment I open my mouth, it's "I'll punish you in the name of the moon!"

I'm sorry I'm not honest.

Since I grew up with brothers, I left Sailor Moon on the moon and became an adult. I've heard "Moonlight Densetsu" to some extent, but beyond "I'm sorry I'm not honest," things get hazy, as if illuminated by moonlight. If someone puts it on at karaoke, I'll sing the first verse with all my might, but after that, my knowledge is just enough to retreat to the dark side of the moon.

Even so, I ended up watching Sailor Moon because my daughter was born. Our family's TV schedule has been rewritten over and over as my daughter grows.
It started with the classic Anpanman, then came Kamen Rider. My wallet got lighter by the number of transformation belts, and Dad was hit with price tags at Toys "R" Us that were more intense than any finishing move. After that, Aikatsu and Precure came along.
My daughter grew up alongside anime and heroes, and Dad was right there next to her, taking a basic course in unknown worlds every year. Before I knew it, I had memorized the names of transformation items, learned the timing of finishing moves, and became the person in charge of waving the glow sticks handed out at movie theaters.

I think I first encountered Sailor Moon when my daughter was around elementary school age. A Sailor Moon attraction appeared at Universal Studios Japan.
My daughter said, "I want to go!" However, both my daughter and I only knew up to "I'm sorry I'm not honest." That would be rude to the Silver Millennium. I started studying Sailor Moon with my daughter as a form of preparation.

My daughter watched it happily. Around the time the Heisei era was coming to an end, the "I'll punish you in the name of the moon" boom finally arrived in our home. While watching the transformation pose, I secretly projected Ami Mizuno onto my daughter. She's calm, smart, elegant, and good at studying. If she grew up like that, I would be at ease as a father.

However, the reality was Usagi Tsukino.

She doesn't wake up in the morning. No matter how many times I call her, she's in a sleep deeper than the Moon Kingdom under her covers. Even though school time is approaching, the flow of space-time is different. By the time she finally wakes up, the time is already in the danger zone. Her movements from there are like a transformation scene. She goes to the washroom, puts on her uniform, fixes her hair, puts something in her mouth, and heads to the front door in an instant. Every morning, the transformation sequence is too long.

I've never seen her studying, either. Her desk is covered in makeup tools, with no space to put a textbook. To my eyes, smartphone notifications looked brighter than math formulas.
She's also bad at sports. Where did the Ami Mizuno plan go? The invisible blueprint stuck to her desk was burned away by the light of the Silver Crystal before I knew it.

Furthermore, she's shameless. One day, my daughter was scolded by her mother and locked out of the house. Usually, that's a scene where one would feel dejected. The etiquette for waiting in the hallway would be to show signs of reflection and wait quietly in front of the door. However, while standing in the hallway, my daughter took bread out of her bag. Appetite over reflection. Is there no sense of crisis there? Instead of crying while standing in the hallway, she tries to eat an early lunch. Her will to live is strangely strong.

But Usagi Tsukino has her own merits. At heart, she is honest and not shy. She can easily enter a circle of strangers.
If it were me, I would first check my wife's expression. I would read the room too much and stop at the entrance. My daughter crosses that line without thinking too deeply about it.
Even when I hear about school, I can tell she naturally blends into her interactions with friends. Even if I don't see her at her study desk, she is building her own world in places I don't know, with people I don't know.

My daughter has become a high school student. She doesn't watch Sailor Moon anymore. She doesn't punish people in the name of the moon, and there's no sign of Tuxedo Mask appearing... at least for now.
Even if a man in a black cape appeared before my daughter, I feel like I would be the one punishing him in front of the front door.

I intended to raise my daughter to be like Ami Mizuno. At least, somewhere in my heart, I wished for that. But what was completed was Usagi Tsukino. Even so, Usagi Tsukino is the protagonist. She wasn't the protagonist because she was perfect. She's a crybaby, a late sleeper, bad at studying, and yet she jumps into the middle of people, which is why the story moves forward.
That insensitivity and brightness are things I couldn't have even if I wanted them. So in the end, what comes out of my mouth are words that don't feel like moonlight at all, like "Go to sleep already" or "Did you prepare for tomorrow?"

Still, someday my daughter will go to her own world. She is advancing her own story little by little in places I don't know. I can't watch every episode. All I can see are the episodes where she doesn't wake up in the morning, the episodes where she's looking at her smartphone, and the occasional special edition where she tries to eat an early lunch in the hallway.

This is our family's Moonlight Densetsu.

I'm sorry I'm not honest... everything beyond that remains vague even now. I'll have her teach me the rest of the lyrics someday, along with the story my daughter has walked.