Upon reaching home after a lengthy departure from the village, he found himself at the receiving end of a lecture from a long ear fox and a purple hair onna bugeisha once he stepped inside the clan's keep. He wasn't sure If he should be more surprised or terrified that the two were finally getting along, or that they had put their difference aside to work in tantrum to torture. He just found himself a little baffled at the whole thing before he finally escaped to the back of his mind as the two women went off on him, reminding him, and reprimanding him and all thing his mother used to do to him was he was younger, always citing one's responsibilities and their need to sacrifice leisure activities for the good of the clan. He resisted rolling his eyes or sighing, not wanting to be in the doghouse anymore than he was already. So this was the married life uh? Now he was beginning to understand how, perhaps, his father turned out this way, and he was married to THREE women. He was pretty sure he just commit Seppuku before It get to that point, honor be dammed! Ok, that was just idiotic, impulsive thinking, he knew, but still. After what had felt like a eternity, the two women eventually let up on him, sparing his sanity as they returned to their own duties. He knew better than to goof off again, If only for a short time, but before he could even ponder what to do next, whether it be more training, or deal in administrator duties like his mother wanted, his crimson red eyes picked up on a blonde hair ball dashing in his direction from one of the keep's archway.
Otomo Azumai
"Papa! You returned! Did you enjoy your little escape from grown up work???"
Before he could even look down, in a flash, he found himself being pushed back a inch or two from the impact of her body coming into contact with his, her arms and tails wrapping themselves around his legs. When he looked down, she was nuzzling up against his body, her bubbly eyes looking up at him with anticipation. His eyes lowered, a faint smile coming over him as he felt her warmth. It was truly an awesome sight to be hold, and one he would never grow tired of. It was moments like this why he took his duties seriously. He needed to become like his father and mother, and even the Raikage, to become not only strong, but wise as well, to ensure the innocene in those eyes never disappear. Foolish that part, he knew, but as a new parent, he wanted the best for his child, but most importantly, protect her from harm as much as he could.
Tamashi Seto
"I did. I met someone like me. I think you would like her, If you get the opportunity, but enough of that, I'm happy to see my little bundle of joy~"
Without warning, he rested the palm of his left hand on her head and began gently caressing her, causing the little kitsune to blush ever so slightly. "Papa!" He ignored her little outburst, knowing full well by now that his daughter actually enjoyed the attention. Perhaps he could educate his daughter on combat? She was of that age after all, and Izumai remarked she had a natural talent for this sort of thing. I'm sure they let him do this....hopefully....
Otomo Azumai
"Papa! You returned! Did you enjoy your little escape from grown up work???"
Before he could even look down, in a flash, he found himself being pushed back a inch or two from the impact of her body coming into contact with his, her arms and tails wrapping themselves around his legs. When he looked down, she was nuzzling up against his body, her bubbly eyes looking up at him with anticipation. His eyes lowered, a faint smile coming over him as he felt her warmth. It was truly an awesome sight to be hold, and one he would never grow tired of. It was moments like this why he took his duties seriously. He needed to become like his father and mother, and even the Raikage, to become not only strong, but wise as well, to ensure the innocene in those eyes never disappear. Foolish that part, he knew, but as a new parent, he wanted the best for his child, but most importantly, protect her from harm as much as he could.
Tamashi Seto
"I did. I met someone like me. I think you would like her, If you get the opportunity, but enough of that, I'm happy to see my little bundle of joy~"
Without warning, he rested the palm of his left hand on her head and began gently caressing her, causing the little kitsune to blush ever so slightly. "Papa!" He ignored her little outburst, knowing full well by now that his daughter actually enjoyed the attention. Perhaps he could educate his daughter on combat? She was of that age after all, and Izumai remarked she had a natural talent for this sort of thing. I'm sure they let him do this....hopefully....