The front door to the Minamoto house slid open, casting orange rays of the setting sun onto the wooden floor of the entryway. A short shadow was soon cast over the coral hue as to silhouette of Daisuke filled the open entrance shortly before sliding the door closed once again. He bent down to take his shoes off then neatly tucked them up against the wall without stepping further into the house. His bare feet made little noise apart from a slight patter as the young shinobi-in-training navigated his way towards the main living area and then onto his own bedroom.
The space itself was immaculate with little in the way of decoration, it seemed as though only the essentials were present, but that was how Daisuke liked it. He removed his belt and jacket rather swiftly before hanging them both on their designated hooks. The boy did not dwell any longer within the room, however, as he soon turned back towards the door and made his way downstairs once again. The house was quiet, as it normally was at this hour, as Daisuke made his way back down the corridors and passages, he flicked on several light switches to illuminate the rapidly darkening interior. Though he stopped his short journey upon arrival at the kitchen.
By this point in his life Daisuke’s home routine was a well-practiced mixture of chores and reading, he was getting to that age where he had to take on more responsibilities to properly learn how to take care of himself and his surroundings. There wasn’t too much pressure on him to do so, but he felt it the right thing to do as he grew older. It didn’t take long for the boy to gather all the ingredients he was looking for, nor did it take long to prepare them properly for cooking. Within a few minutes rice was steaming away as thin slices of eel began to grill. The scent of unadon began to fill the house, and not too long after two full bowls were placed upon the dining table. It would take a few minutes for them to cool off, and as such Daisuke simply sat and waited.
The space itself was immaculate with little in the way of decoration, it seemed as though only the essentials were present, but that was how Daisuke liked it. He removed his belt and jacket rather swiftly before hanging them both on their designated hooks. The boy did not dwell any longer within the room, however, as he soon turned back towards the door and made his way downstairs once again. The house was quiet, as it normally was at this hour, as Daisuke made his way back down the corridors and passages, he flicked on several light switches to illuminate the rapidly darkening interior. Though he stopped his short journey upon arrival at the kitchen.
By this point in his life Daisuke’s home routine was a well-practiced mixture of chores and reading, he was getting to that age where he had to take on more responsibilities to properly learn how to take care of himself and his surroundings. There wasn’t too much pressure on him to do so, but he felt it the right thing to do as he grew older. It didn’t take long for the boy to gather all the ingredients he was looking for, nor did it take long to prepare them properly for cooking. Within a few minutes rice was steaming away as thin slices of eel began to grill. The scent of unadon began to fill the house, and not too long after two full bowls were placed upon the dining table. It would take a few minutes for them to cool off, and as such Daisuke simply sat and waited.
Suyashi was a hard working man. Long hours of science and instruction at the hospital followed by duties to his family. He loved his wife and son... but yet was still haunted by the deeds of Mikasa, his teacher, the one that had done alot for him in the essence of this life he would have to throw that to the wayside for now, because he was a family man. And he had a huge debt of gratitude to Takeshi for even getting Minako to come to Leaf. Allowing her acceptance into the country and village. On days like this, he enjoyed his family...