Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Private Coming to Sunagakure [Sousuke]

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"This city is so big!"

Suzaku marched alongside Mikaboshi with his eyes the size of saucers and his mouth hanging agape as he turned his head from side to side taking in the sights around him trying in equal parts to take as much of the city in at one time and also keep pace with his master. Mikaboshi was significantly less interested in the buildings and the people around him as they walked, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes set forward on the path ahead of them as they went. It was easy to forget that this was Suzaku's first journey to one of the larger cities in Wind Country. He was mostly accustomed to frontier towns and to the wilderness of Wind Country and the underground and so had never seen so many people in one place before.

"And there's so many people! Master, you didn't tell me there would be so many people!" His face alight with an excited grin, Suzaku's eyes went from person to person and new landmark to new landmark with startling speed as though it were all a mirage that might fade from him before he managed to see it all.

"I most certainly did tell you there would be a vast amount of other humans here." Observed Mikaboshi without taking his eyes off of the path with uncharacteristic patience for Suzaku's exuberance. "Boy. Do not tarry."

Suzaku had stopped to gawk at a crowd which had surrounded a man that was sitting upon a short stool with a long stringed instrument in his hands and was playing a soothingly soft melody for the gathered group of folk around him. A number of the gathered people had dropped coins into a collection hat set out in front of the street musician and as Suzaku stood listening for a moment or two the jingle of a few more coins falling into the hat could be heard in between the notes of the musicians instrument before Suzaku's attention was wrested back to his master with Mikaboshi's call to fall back in step with him.

"But I didn't think vast meant like. This many people!" Exclaimed the youth as he caught back up with Mikaboshi in a few quick strides. Mikaboshi was moving at a relatively brisk pace but he was hardly moving at a speed which even normal folk might consider fast which was to say nothing of what the definition of "fast" meant to people at Mikaboshi's level of ability. "Mom is really going to let me live here?"

"Your mother has agreed for me to assign you to the care of a foster household for the time being to further your education."
And it of course was for the child's safety as well but there was no reason to burden him with that knowledge. He was very skilled for his age and if he were anything like his father then he would likely prove to outgrow his limits at a rapid pace but the wilds were simply becoming too dangerous for him.

"I know. She said you were taking me to meet somebody. One of Dad's old friends." Suzaku continued, pressing a bit further causing Mikaboshi to take a smirk in spite of himself. Suzaku was an honest child and very much his father's son in that regard but every once and a while Mikaboshi's lessons about deception and subterfuge showed through in his behavior. It made the Ancient Lord wonder what the former king of men would have thought about his son being taught to lie by one of his people's oldest boogeymen. It was unlikely that he would approve and that small rebellion against Katsuo's family line brought a small sense of satisfaction to Mikaboshi.

"That is correct. His name is Takahashi Sousuke and he is the Steward of Sunagakure."

"Mom says he's a jerk."


There was a moment of silence as they walked and Mikaboshi considered his words. Suzaku was clearly trying to dig his master's opinion of Sousuke out of him and it would not be... it would be a poor way to begin their relationship for Mikaboshi to poison Suzaku against Sousuke before they even met regardless of their history.

"Takahashi Sousuke is many things. Among them is intelligent and honorable. He will not mistreat you."

It was as diplomatic and generous as Mikaboshi was willing to be. He had long since buried the hatchet with Sousuke and no longer wished ill upon the man but time passed differently for ancients than it did for humans. Where humans lived upon time borrowed from the universe that was ultimately finite and had an end to it, ancient-kin lived so long as they were connected to the cosmic cycle that they were born into. For a creature whose perception of time was ultimately unending and cyclical like Mikaboshi the passage of a few years did little to smother the embers of mistrust and humiliation. But still, he was not darkening Sousuke's doorstep this day for his own sake which made those feelings irrelevant to the present.

Finally Mikaboshi came to a stop before a house that was truly unique among the others. Surrounded by a short fence and gate, the yard glittered resplendently with all forms of metallic ornamentation. Devices and apparatuses for all sorts of indecipherable esoteric purposes likely known only to the mind of the inscrutable Steward littered the yard giving it the appearance of almost being more iron and steel than any sort of biological or natural material. As they stopped, once more Suzaku let a gasp of surprise and excitement escape as they halted their progress and he beheld the fantastical sight that was the Steward's front yard.

"Suna's breath!" Swore Suzaku as he beheld the sight of the Steward's home, forgetting himself for a moment causing Mikaboshi to scowl at his choice of swear. Realizing his error, Suzaku looked up to Mikaboshi with a cringe in his features. "...sorry Master. I am going to live here?"

"Yes."
Replied the Eldest Shadow with a suck of his teeth to show his displeasure before pushing the small gate that separated them from the wonderment of Sousuke's garden of appliances open and motioning for Suzaku to accompany him. "Stay here in the front yard. You may explore it but touch nothing. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Master."
Responded Suzaku almost instantly as he fell back out of step with Mikaboshi, his attention drawn by a complicated device which bore a heavy resemblance to an incredibly over-designed weather vane.

Moving swiftly along the path to the front door, Mikaboshi vaguely entertained the notion that he had destroyed two of the Steward's homes in the past and that it would be somewhat amusing to see Sousuke's garden of technological terrors melt away but dismissed the silly idea as quickly as it had materialized. He was not here to re-open old wounds after all and it would hardly be a pledge of enduring cooperation for him to go about destroying a third of Sousuke's dwellings.

Even if it would be incredibly amusing.

Raising his hand as he arrived on the stone doorstep of Sousuke's sizable home, Mikaboshi raised his right hand and the heavy steel of the door's knocking apparatus lifted into the air on it's own before thudding into the surface of the door with surprising force for the fact that Mikaboshi had not physically touched it. It left no permanent damage to the door but it would have been impossible not to hear it regardless of where the Steward was in the home unless he was of course not home in which case Mikaboshi and Suzaku would just have to let themselves in for the time being.
 

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A camera would shift out for a moment to see Mikaboshi. The camera would record quick details and vanish quickly enough. Mere seconds later the door was answered and Sousuke would be there. The Lord Steward was not expecting his former mentor. The Steward had not called upon his mentor either. Mikaboshi did not just appear at will or whenever desired. Mikaboshi was never late, and was never early, he arrived precisely when he meant to. Suffice it to say, his former mentor was unaware of his current state of existence. Sousuke wore his skin suit, but beneath it he was metal. Mikaboshi was a master of sorcery and it would not take him long to figure out what had happened.



Sousuke would instantly make a gesture for Mikaboshi to come in. Mikaboshi would find the household in the exact same state before. He would find that of all things Sousuke had changed. The flesh suit had some age to it. Sousuke had designed it so that there was a streak of grey in his violet hair. There was something slightly unnatural in the eyes, but it was something fleeting. The eyes staring back at Mikaboshi were unnatural .The Steward wore a grey mesh shirt and black pants. “Please do come right on in Lord Mikaboshi.” He would pause for a moment. “You look less tired than you did a decade back.” Sousuke spoke referring to a time ages past. He inclined his head in a bow of sorts. Sousuke moved gracefully enough. Mikaboshi’s sudden appearance while unexpected did give Sousuke an opportunity to check in with the Old Shadow. Mikaboshi was still considered an asset in many ways. He was considered a high target for the Daimyo who was forced to retreat due to the Swarm, but at the same time the Swarm itself was a danger to everything. Sousuke was still concerned from time to time that Mikaboshi might fall victim to the Daimyo’s experiments or imprisonment. Such a thing would be a major blow for multiple reasons. Mikaboshi was one of a few number of Ancients left. There were two of them left now. There were more hybrids than there were Ancients.



There was another subject that Sousuke wanted to approach Mikaboshi about. He was hoping that the Old Shadow could confirm the existence of an artifact that would change a particular flaw Sousuke had about his current being. During the battle at the Wall, Sousuke had been turned off. For several moments he knew nothing, seen nothing, and suffered a black out as he had become one with the Wall which suffered a major malfunction. As Sousuke turned his head he would notice another individual with him. A small boy. This caused Sousuke to raise his eyebrow. “Your new apprentice I presume?” Sousuke knew to mind his manners. He knew better than to bluntly ask whether or not Suzaku was a hybrid. Sousuke bid no ill will towards his old mentor. Things were put to bed, and they moved on ever since. Curiously Sousuke would never speak ill of his old mentor despite their falling out from long ago. He always spoke well of him, and even did so in the face of Lord Raizo.
 

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NPC: Mikaboshi, Eldest Shadow and Lord of the Deep Court

If Mikaboshi were surprised at all about the current state of Sousuke's biology it did not show at all across his graceful facial features. He did as he was bid and crossed the threshold of the home, leaving Suzaku in the front yard to gaze in amazement at the wonders of the Steward's creation. To anyone that did not know the Steward very well it might strike them as odd that he had arranged and decorated his house precisely as he had prior to the last one's destruction but to one that had known him for as long as Mikaboshi had it came across as utterly mundane. Sousuke was a man of regiment and order. He sought to categorize and control everything about the world around him and failing control at the very least explain its existence.

"You look less tired than you did a decade back.”

"A meaningless compliment to a shapeshifter." Remarked Mikaboshi coolly as they walked through the hall to one of Sousuke's studies. The room was large and decorated with a number of books and shelves and framed with a prominent window from which the front yard was easily viewed. "But accepted in the spirit in which it was given."

Sousuke had not meant any offense by his statement, Mikaboshi knew that. He was often unintending in his offenses that he paid and it had taken Mikaboshi some time to fully come to terms with that. It wasn't until he'd met Suzaku's father and suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of the son of Primus that Mikaboshi had been made to truly face his own role in the unceasing conflict between their kind. It was easy to blame humanity for his suffering for he had been wronged greatly by them in the past but had they also not been greatly wronged his kind before that? The cycle was unending in it's nature and wounded each side of it with each turn of the wheel, something that had taken a great deal of time and even more suffering for Mikaboshi to truly comprehend.

"Your new apprentice I presume?”

"I am his teacher but he is not my apprentice." Mikaboshi reflected, following Sousuke's gaze out the large window to the garden where Suzaku was no doubt pondering whether or not to violate the direction that Mikaboshi had given him not to touch anything. Suzaku was very much his father's son in the way that he was possessed of a stubbornly maverick nature and no amount of education or training from Mikaboshi had managed to even come close to breaking the young man's sense of independence. "And as of this day today, he is your newest ward. His name is Suzaku."
 

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If Sousuke were younger he would argue pointless semantics about the nature of apprentice and teacher. He did not do so this day. Sousuke was far more understanding and knew to take things as they were. He observed how Mikaboshi kept an eye on this child. He was specifically watching him instead of casually observing him as he interacted with Sousuke. This was curious, very curious. Something was different about this relationship with this student. Mikaboshi was not grooming him, he was teaching him. He would peer out the window to see the boy entranced with the metallic fixtures at the front of the house. Sousuke pondered about the boy. Mikaboshi had used a very specific word choice.



Mikaboshi continued, what he said next? Not even Sousuke could be prepared for that. Mikaboshi had brought a new ward. Sousuke nodded his head. “Very well.” He and Yume did not have children of their own flesh. Sousuke had for several years taken a number of wards. His very first was Okibi. His history with Okibi was long and at times full of sorrow as she had left. Okibi had returned recently and with her return she had brought a daughter. Sousuke had a second ward in Okibi’s son Aki who she had left behind during the Cabal confrontation. Sousuke had a third ward in Teke, who was a complex person of an unpleasant history. Teke was a mixture of things for both good and for ill, but for the most part it was good. Some of Sousuke’s wards aged and moved away. Some still remained with him. Suffice to say this came as a surprise to Sousuke. He was not expecting Mikaboshi to appear for what seemed like a social visit, and to bring a child with him to be entrusted as a ward. “Are you still going to be educating Suzuaku actively, or will I pick up from where you left off?” The Steward questioned. It was one thing to be a Guardian over an individual, but at the same time an education was required as well.



As Suzaku was in the garden he would be met by a well groomed Husky dog. The canine moved slowly but that was due to age. The dog was in her older years. A series of little barks would come as a trio of puppies could arrive. The three of them would stand in front of their mother and would stand proudly. They would each let out another series of barks and would then make their way towards Suzaku. The three would then get on a spinning wheel of sorts. They would begin to push the wheel with their heads and would then hop on the wheel and they would go about in a circle. More barks would be heard as the three played about with the expectation that the human would join them.



Sousuke would keep an eye on his dogs for a moment but he would return his full attention to Mikaboshi. “The Daimyo may have fallen out of power, but I wouldn’t put it outside of his ambitions to try and collect you. I have to assume you and your court have fortified your living establishments and have … remained safe for the most part? No one from Sora has breached your boarders?” Sousuke would further inquire of the Old Shadow. Sousuke was a man who was well informed, but even he did not know the location to which the Court of the Deep called home.
 

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NPC: Mikaboshi, Eldest Shadow and Lord of the Deep Court

"He has reached the limit of what he can learn from me that I am willing to teach him."

In an effort to arm Katsuo's young son with the power to defend himself, Mikaboshi had passed on what knowledge he possessed of an ancient fist art known as Ryuseiken that had not been wielded by a human in many years. He had been close with the last living master of Ryuseiken for many years before her demise at the hands of Suzaku's ancestors and had jealously guarded the secrets that he possessed of it as they were the only thing aside from his memories of her that Mikaboshi still possessed of her. Suzaku was not a hybrid but his mother Naganisa was-- made so by his own essence guided by the hand of Suzaku's father during their time spent as a joined being. That meant that even though they were not connected by any spiritual or physical link, Suzaku still could claim a connection to the Deep Court and it would simply not do for one of their number to be unable to defend themselves.

At least, that was what Mikaboshi had told himself to justify his actions in teaching Suzaku an antediluvian killing art.

Still, there were a few remaining secrets of Ryuseiken that Mikaboshi had resolved himself to withhold from Suzaku. He was hardly ignorant of the effect that power tended to have upon the hearts of mankind and knew the risks of teaching Suzaku too much too quickly. Despite his general opinions towards the average human being even Mikaboshi could not deny that Suzaku was born of remarkable stock and was uncharacteristically powerful for his age.

“Are you still going to be educating Suzuaku actively, or will I pick up from where you left off?”

"It is past time that Suzaku experienced the world from among his own people without the influence of ours. There is much he will need to learn if he is to carry the weight of the legacy that his father left behind for him."

Mikaboshi had not yet spoken on Suzaku's heritage but the allusion to his parentage was obvious enough. His green hair, his energy and his connection to the Deep Court were all points of evidence that made a singular conclusion inevitable. Mikaboshi peered out the window as Suzaku joined with a pack of puppies and a large hound in the yard, playing with them as though he didn't have a care in the world. Mikaboshi was not a caretaker of children and neither Zangetsu or Suzaku's mother Naganisa were of the particularly nurturing nature. Together they were a mighty force of fearsome hunters and huntresses but even the Black Wolf had to admit that they were incapable of giving Suzaku what he needed to integrate into the society that Katsuo had died to protect.

Not that he would ever do so in the presence of another.

"His will be a hard lot and he has been made to endure much already."
 

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Sousuke did not question who the child Mikaboshi had brought to him was, not initially at the very least. Mikaboshi’s word choice to state that he had reached a limit for what he was willing to teach him was interesting enough. It meant that this was a person Mikaboshi held dearly to him. There were few people that Mikaboshi considered dear to him. Those individuals were of a few number, and Sousuke was confident it was less than five. Unfortunately one of those individuals had been killed at the hands of the Sunahoshi. Mikaboshi had staggering knowledge of the old world and the new. Mikaboshi’s knowledge was vast and much of it was forbidden for good reason as at times it could be a threat to oneself. Power sometimes came at a cost of one’s own being, or at times at the sacrifice of others. Sousuke assumed that Mikaboshi was not willing to impart power at the cost of others to the boy.



Mikaboshi spoke of legacy, as he spoke of legacy it then gave Sousuke a rise to question who the boy was. He did not get a good look at him, and so he would do so at this point in time. Sousuke would look through the window at the boy who was playing with the puppies and Kitchy. The child had green hair and it very much was the necessary tell. Sousuke would place his metallic hand on the glass. Katuso had a child, more than likely he had a child with Naganisa. The silence was deafening. It took Sousuke a moment to come to terms with this. It was telling that Mikaboshi, not Naganisa, that had brought the child to him. It was telling that Mikaboshi trusted Sousuke to look after the child. It was telling that Naganisa did not bring the child to him earlier. Was it upsetting? Yes and no. Sousuke had always been truthful with her. Did he trust her? At times. He was not comfortable with her. Part in that was that he never interacted with her after her transformation. Memories still lingered with him of the old Naganisa that more or less informed Sousuke of how to deal with her. Sousuke would admit that such was unfortunate and that such should not dictate as to how he dealt with the woman. “Suzaku.” Sousuke spoke for the first time, it was as if Sousuke broke himself out of a trance. “Did he take his father’s surname, or is he a Masashi?” Sousuke queried. Originally Katuso had taken the Masashi name first. He took his mother’s surname. It protected him to an extent. What worked for the father could also work for the son as well. It was also entirely possible that Suzaku took his mother’s surname. “But yes... his will be a hard lot and he has already endured alot. It will be my responsibility to help alleviate some of the difficulties.”[/i] He would turn his gaze back to Mikaboshi. “I do thank-you for looking after him for what time you have. I had no knowledge he even existed... but I will admit I have no rapport with Naganisa, which is my fault in itself. ”
 

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Mikaboshi quietly observed the innocent play going on between Suzaku and the canines in the yard as Sousuke wrestled with the revelation of the young man's identity. He had hardly believed it himself when Naganisa had appeared in Shadow's Heart, drawn there by the inexorable connection shared between them as Lord and hybrid.

"Did he take his father’s surname, or is he a Masashi?”

"He is very much his father's son. Naganisa's stories of the boy's late father made it all but certain that he took the surname of his father."

Mikaboshi had advised against filling Suzaku's heads with exaggerated tales of Katsuo's gallantry and heroics but Naganisa had not been deterred. Perhaps there was something in her hybrid nature as one of Mikaboshi's children that compelled her to embellish upon the stories she told about Sunahoshi Katsuo but never the less from a young age Suzaku had been raised on every story of Katsuo's various adventures that he'd ever told to his paramour. Mikaboshi suspected that a handful of the stories were simply made up by Naganisa but even he had to admit it was difficult to sort reality from fiction where the Tenth Kazekage was concerned. His life had been a series of interconnected impossible events made possible through a combination of focus, conviction and strength of character and no more did that show than with his complex relationship with Mikaboshi and the Deep Court. If someone had warned Mikaboshi that he would in several years time be playing mentor to the son of a member of Sunahoshi Nori's lineage that had been fathered with a hybrid member of his own court he would have sneered and laughed at the flimsy quality of such an impossible turn of events.

But here they were.

“But yes... his will be a hard lot and he has already endured alot. It will be my responsibility to help alleviate some of the difficulties.”

"Treat him well, Sousuke."

When Sousuke turned back to look at Mikaboshi and ask his final question, the Night's King was gone with any evidence of his presence erased in his wake. It seemed apparent that Mikaboshi was not interested in enduring any form of long goodbye with Suzaku and might have even given the appearance of coldly casting the boy off unto the Takahashi household but the truth was something that Mikaboshi would never breathe to another living soul. Sousuke was then left alone in the house with how to approach the young heir to the Sunahoshi name which had so unceremoniously been dropped in his lap without so much as a warning.
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Sousuke would turn back to ask Mikaboshi one more question, but the old Shadow was gone. Sousuke was not surprised, as this was Mikaboshi’s thing to do. He was never much a person from good-byes or see you later, or any general farewell bidding. Mikaboshi had always been like this, and even in Sousuke’s youth this was very much the case. Sousuke let out a long sigh. Again he placed his metallic hand on the glass. He had seen Mikaboshi present in the glass, but he had simply faded. “So long as Suzaku remains under my roof he will not know hunger, he will not know thirst, he will know decency, and he will be well looked after.” He would lower his hand from the window. “Well. It is time to go introduce myself.” Sousuke in all his years was consistent with terrible first impressions. He made up for it, one way or another. He would then exit the study and begin to head outside.



Sousuke observe Suzaku playing. It almost felt criminal to interrupt it. He made no attempt to hide his entrance, but he was certainly not loud about it. The Steward approached one of the metallic ornaments in his garden. He pulled out a tuning fork from his sleeve. He would tap the metallic ornament with the device. Music would emit from the metallic ornament that sounded like a xylophone. The sound resonates for a few moments as a somber tune would play out. As the tune finished playing the Husky, which was the mother to the pups, would let out a woof and go to Sousuke’s side. Sousuke would incline his head. “Greetings Sunahoshi Suzaku, first of his name, son of Katuso, son of Naganisa, student of the Elder Shadow.” He spoke with a warm smile. Titles. Titles. Sousuke could have went on and on about the titles, and how he was the son of the Maelstrom Breaker, he was the son of the King just to name a few. He did not though. Not out of cruelty, but because he knew he was fully capable of putting people to sleep with his long winded talk. He had put Katuso to sleep before on occasion, and he wouldn’t put it past himself to put young Suzaku. “I am Takahashi Sousuke the third, and this is my household, and for the present time it will be yours.” He spoke softly and eloquently. He motioned to the Husky at his side, “This is Kitchy, who you seem to have become acquainted with, and those ...” He motioned to the puppies, “Are her puppies. Clock. Watch. Cog. Compass.” He pointed each of them out.
 
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Drowned in the attention of the four puppies, Suzaku showed visible strain in his expression as he tore his attention away from the still insatiably excitable young dogs to give his attention to the man that Mikaboshi had told him would be his guardian here in Sunagakure. Not that Suzaku thought he needed a guardian, he thought with not a little bit of youthful irritation. He was as old as his father had been when Katsuo had left the Masashi caravan and begun his training abroad in Wind Country but then according to both Mikaboshi and Zangetsu the frontier had been a wildly different place then. Still dangerous by any definition but the marauding nature of the Swarm as well as the other changes wrought upon the land due to the clash in which the Tenth Kazekage had disappeared in changed the math of things quite considerably. Suzaku scrambled to his feet with little more grace than an oxen as Sousuke approached, the metallic scenery around them singing with the resonating sounds that Sousuke had created.

“Greetings Sunahoshi Suzaku, first of his name, son of Katsuo, son of Naganisa, student of the Elder Shadow.”

"That's me."
Beamed Suzaku boisterously. He was proud of each of those things that Sousuke listed and it showed in the way that his eyes lit up as Sousuke mentioned them. There was an undeniable fire that burned in the young man's heart, that much was absolutely certain.

“I am Takahashi Sousuke the third, and this is my household, and for the present time it will be yours.”

"Mom said you're a jerk when Master argued for lettin' me stay with you." A certain lack of subtlety seemed to be a trait that ran in the family from father to son as Suzaku spoke and looked up at Sousuke. There was no malice or malfeasance in the way he brought up Naganisa's opinion of Sousuke but it certainly couldn't have been argued that bringing it up that way was particularly polite. "But I figure you've got happy dogs so that means you can't be that bad."

He smiled broadly and in that moment, Suzaku mirrored the appearance of Katsuo to an uncanny degree. Even though Sousuke had only known Katsuo in his adult years, there was a unmistakable likeness in the way that he smiled and the way he seemed to decide something was true simply by stating it aloud, as if his words made his conclusion immutably true.

"Where'd Master get off to?" Inquired Suzaku, looking around suddenly for the absent Mikaboshi. "Did he leave already?"
 

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Upon hearing that Naganisa said that Sousuke was a jerk the man let out a sharp “Hah.” Jerk? That’s rich, coming from the woman who Sousuke had been honest with even it hurt her. He let her stay in this household before... and she “Your mother ... is ... one of the very few women who terrify me.” He would pause for a moment as he quietly consider what next to say about Naganisa. “She is a ... forceful woman. She is certainly stronger than she looks... as one time she once strangled me to obtain information about your father.” Suzaku didn’t need to know about the time his father stationed her in the household and didn’t inform him quickly enough. Suffice to say there were a few times Naganisa forgot ... house rules or good household habits. She could not be blamed for that. She had lived a most difficult life for the most part, and now she was in a place of comfort, or so Sousuke hoped. Would he ever see eye to eye with her? No. She was a person ruled by passion and now logic. “Your mother lived here at one point ... I suspect she has long forgotten that.”

“Well, I’m glad things balance out. Your mother’s opinion ... and the fact you’ve noticed my canines are indeed most happy.” A young person’s logic and reasoning was always refreshing. Sousuke’s dogs made the man seem more human than the cold machine he truly was. Suzaku’s smile was very much a copy of his father’s. It was uncanny. In turn Sousuke too smiled back at the young man. The smile seemed foreign on Sousuke, like it didn’t truly belong there. The young man could tell that it was not a forced smile. He could also tell that was something did not do often enough. Suzaku then inquired where his mentor went. “Yes. He’s already left. He left before even I could ask him a few more questions... or wish him farewell that I wanted to. The thing about Lord Mikaboshi is he will always return on his own terms. There is no such thing as a good bye with him.” Sousuke would turn slightly to the household. “Would you like the tour of your next home? If you so desire I can make your living quarters the same that your mother and father resided in... if that has meaning to you?”
 

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