Family Matters! [Open/Free]

[Gotō Daiji]

"Mawhn, iss hohh..."
*translation: "Man, it's hot..."​

And it sure was! Sunagakure was a nice village and all, but the heat coupled with the whole, "being in a cave" thing was enough to make you feel like you were in a pressure cooker. Natives to Wind Country never seemed to mind and went about their day like it was no big deal, but for a foreigner like him a day like today was relentless. It seemed to sap the energy right out of more weak-willed individuals. Gun wasn't lying when he said this place had one of the best natural defenses in the world. If the heat didn't get ya, the endless sands definitely would...

But despite a little excess sweat, the lad seemed to be his usual high-spirited self. He strolled along the streets of Sietch Zensunna, a sea-salt flavored ice-cream treat dangling carelessly from his mouth. One of the stall-owners nearby had been nice enough to offer the obviously foreign young man a free sample, and his gluttonous subconscious all but willed him to accept. The boy had been provided a protective robe by one Byakko Kyuji to help shield his body from harmful sun rays (whenever he deigned to explore the areas surrounding the village), but he quickly discarded it in favor of a red Hawaiian floral-patterned shirt and blue shorts. His trusty straw sandals did their job in protecting the soles of his feet. And he even managed to find some sort of headwrap that helped keep sweat out of his eyes. It was "too hot" he'd said, not being able to wrap his brain around the fact that covering up in these kinds of extreme weather conditions would actually keep you cooler in the long-run. But all things considered, he seemed to be managing. His attire suited his needs just fine, but it absolutely screamed tourist. Villagers and shinobi alike knew how to dress for maximum comfort and protection, and he well...didn't.

Good news is, his horrific sunburn he received on his life-threatening trek to the village was all but gone! The good doctor that patched him up said that all he needed to do was take it easy for a few days. You'd think almost dying of dehydration and exposure in the desert would serve to smarten someone up...but not this guy! Since he entered the village he'd been getting up to all sorts of crazy stuff. But nothing that served to further his goal. His err..."traveling companion" was MIA once again, and he had no idea how to get a hold of anyone important short of running from person-to-person and literally shaking them for information (which, believe me, he'd tried before...). First he had to find Gun. Or maybe the Kage. Or some food...he WAS starting to get a bit hungry. Whatever he decided on, he would no doubt achieve with his legendary extreme focus and determination. But there was just the one small issue of- "...where am I?"

...well, yeah...that.

 

[Muramasa Maya]

Times had certainly been better for the Ex-priestess of Foxes.

For one raised in luxury, never had she expected to one day be scrounging for loose change. The Aikayume were never left wanting for wealth, so once the blonde kitsune found herself cut off from her clan, well, her world got turned upside-down. Now, the little pieces of 'money' actually meant something. And her bad habits at managing said money became much more apparent.

To make matters worse, her chakra system had been altered in such a way that even simple jutsu became monumental accomplishments. This was a hurdle she didn't even know would be possible to overcome or not, but she wouldn't be able to perform any real shinobi duties aside from grunt work until she sorted it out. And her pride wouldn't allow her to remain a Genin forever.

And even more than that, there was another challenge to beat. Something far more basic.

...Her stomach cried out in anguish. So, she had her work cut out for her.

Hearing Azusa's stomach, her current...'employer', you could say, shook her head as she unloaded a box from a recently arrived caravan. "No. The rules are simple; No work, No food. No exceptions." "I did not say anything!" Azusa defended, trying her best replace objects that had spilled out of a box she had carried. With a sigh, the older woman with Azusa looked down the street. Seeing an oppurtunity, a gleam shined in her eye, and she called Azusa over for flicking her finger against Azusa's skull. "Look; see that? That style of dressing, the slow movement of someone with all the time in the day with no place to be. He's gotta be from outside the village. With plenty of money just begging to be coaxed from him." "Well...Yes. I suppose." "*sigh* You don't get it. Just finish your delivery. You know the spot." With a somewhat gentle shove, the woman pushed against Azusa's shoulders, getting her moving.

So, she made her way down the street. But her stomach growled again as she walked, and she came to the realization that the sooner she delivered the goods, the sooner she'd get paid, and the sooner she could eat. So naturally, she speed up. However, Azusa was short. It was hard for her to see over the box she carried, which was pretty heavy in the first place. Moving quickly made her unstable...and she hadn't expected someone to be moving so slowly in the middle of the street, standing without a care in the world. She ran right into the sightseeing tourist..

Herbs, tonics, weird colored vials, dead bugs, live bugs in containers...all spilled out of the fox's box. The Azusa's ears quickly began to lower just like her hopes of being able to eat tonight. Her only response? "...You are standing in the street. Taking up plenty of space, yes.".

 

[Miroku Riyota]

"Annnnd, Finally at the top!" Riyota celebrated quietly. He had been innocently practicing his climbing skills whilst this whole situation had transpired and had finally managed to claw and pull himself up a decently tall building. From where he was he sat down and decided to observe the land below him. He saw a very obvious foreigner first and foremost. The oddly clothed stranger stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crowds of native sunans. This person appeared to be getting in some way told off for bumping into a face that Riyota knew only too well.

"Lady Azusa"

It had been a long time since he had spoken to the kitsune girl and at this point he doubted she was interested in seeing him again. He had screwed up on their last meeting, and it had ended abruptly before he had managed to mend the situation. He assumed that she probably despised him at this point and as such he had made not attempt to contact her again. He had never told her his feelings for her, and at this point, he guessed she wouldn't want to hear them.

However snapping out of this self-deprecating train of thought it seemed that the fox-girl required some assistance with some dropped items. Riyota was mildly confused by this as he thought her clan usually had servants to do this sort of thing for her. Regardless, he decided he was going to help, and it would let him see how things were between them. He could also check what the stranger was doing, Riyota hoped his Father hadn't hired yet another mercenary.

MFT 352

Leaping down off the building he was sat on, he heard a crunch as both of his legs broke from the impact. Not letting out a cry as best he could, he sneakily activated his solar seal, which swiftly mended said legs. As he casually waltzed over to the pair he tried to think of something reasonable to say, however his on the spot thinking wasn't with him today, so all he could come up with was the incredibly clever "Hi..."

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"Hm..." a confused-sounding vocalization came from the boy's mouth. This was just his luck. He was lost again! Well...again, again. See, this sort of thing was a daily thing for him. Infact ever since he got to this country, it was the only thing he seemed to be accomplishing. What WASN'T a daily thing for him however, was being crashed into by little girls with fox ears.

That was something unique to Suna...

Upon impact the foxlike girl tilted the box she was carrying, emptying its contents all over the ground. Littered all over were bugs, all shapes and sizes of leaves, weird bottled liquids...it was like a nature lover's wildest dream. Or a mad scientist's. Either one. But what caught his eye wasn't the strange assortment of goods he assisted in dumping all over the street. Rather it was something else entirely. A little ways off to the right and on the ground. His heart. His joy. His stick of sea salt-flavored ice cream. "What the hell?!" was his immediate reaction. There was nothing in the world that Keiatsu loved more than food, and destroying some of his was a surefire way to invoke his uh...well let's just call it "wrath" A finger accusingly pointed at Azusa as the rose-haired foreigner's head seemed to swell with hot air. "You made me drop my ice cream!" All this shouting was sure to draw attention. Not only did he look out of place to begin with, but now he was making a scene. Hopefully there wasn't anybody in the village looking for the boy to cause him harm, because they wouldn't have any trouble finding him if he kept this up. The boy's teeth clenched as he glared at the priestess. This was one of the few things that could instantly set him off, but once he got riled up, there was absolutely no calming him dow- "...eh?" Another confused sound. He was probably just questioning to himself how someone could be stupid as to spill his food...yeah! That was probably right.

"What's all this junk on the ground?" Aaaaaand JUST like that...his tantrum was over. Attention span you say? Ha! The youth's head had returned to normal size as he stared at the variety of objects scattered on the street. To his immense dismay there was nothing that looked edible. His natural curiosity was about to drive him to ask why the girl was carrying this stuff, but before he could even get a word out, a sharp pang in the back of his head alerted him to a presence. His Sense was picking up something strange...something bad. It was a sensation he'd only actually felt once before. And here in Sunagakure no less! It was a Cursed Seal. He'd actually come across several back in Water Country, with even some of the Kage being afflicted by them. But that was back before his ability to sense the presence of others surfaced, and nobody had bothered explaining what they were to him. Probably figured it would be like talking to a brick wall. They were right. "Yo." was the boy's reply as the source of the disturbance came waltzing up to the duo. Even though he'd sensed the activation momentarily, he wasn't at all aware of Riyota's Cursed Seal. Not only did he not know or understand what they were (or cared to, for that matter...), but the foreigner's detection ability was unreliable as all hell. When it decided to work, half of the time it didn't even tell him where the source was coming from. So for now he'd remain blissfully unaware. Like always. Even as from far across the street, inside of a restaurant, a face that he knew but hadn't seen in many years recognized the boy through a window. It didn't look like he'd be finding Gun today...but perhaps another sort of reunion was in store?

 

[Muramasa Maya]

Azusa was always quick to blame others before herself, and the fastest way to get to her was to call her out on her mistakes. Yes, she was probably at fault, and she knew that. She accepted that.

...But he had to say something.

Her eye brow twitched.

Azusa was just as easy to rile up as the foreigner, but she held a grudge. She would not let a perceived slight against her go!

"E-excuse me? You were standing around!" She challenged, even though she could have let the situation diffuse itself. Her vivid green eyes scanned the floor for all the broken and wasted garbage she was supposed to deliver....but more importantly, they fell onto the destroyed cold treat. "Besides. Is that...Sea Salt? Who even gets sea salt?!?" People beyond the desert obviously had such weird taste, it caused the kitsune to laugh. Annoyingly. And it was forced, which probably just added to it. "Standing around waiting for it to melt will not make it taste any better! Hehe, you should be thanking me for saving you from such a bad treat!".

...Yes, Azusa could go on a tangent for even small things. But once her chucklign began to die down, a scowl returned to her face instead of laughter, and she pointed a finger at Keiatsu's feet. "Hmph! Perhaps I will not even tell you that those mushrooms your standing by give off spores that cause massive itching." I mean, they used to be in glass containers, but their impact with the ground kinda changed that. But yeah; she definitely wouldn't tell him, and would let him find out on his own...

That was when her ears twitched and stood sharp. That voice. Why now? She was busy... "Hmm? Oh....It is you again. Riyota, don't tell this guy those desert mushrooms are poisonous. He's obviously a foreigner." She demanded, before mumbling something about sea salt.

....Azusa would not be good at political diplomacy. for Suna's sake, hopefully Keiatsu had met people other than her to set his standard.

Sea salt...c'mon...

 

[Miroku Riyota]

Well it seemed that he was remembered, which Riyota supposed counted for something, however this wasn't quite the reunion he had in mind. He didn't exactly want to pick sides in the conflict and thus he shut his mouth as requested. However he gave subtle looks to the mushrooms and back to the foreigner in the hopes that he would understand he shouldn't be standing on them.

"So...uh, should I go or?" he asked awkwardly, unsure whether or not his intrusion was escalating things. He waited patiently for an answer whilst kicking up dirt and generally avoiding eye contact with either person. He gave a quick glance at Azusa, noticing the very subtle differences in appearance in her eyes, face and hair. He also checked to see if the gift he had given her was present (no pun intended).

It was after a few moments of standing around (and after the other two had gone through whatever bickering they had left to go through.) That his brain finally came up with something that may have resembled a solution.

"Uh, guys listen...I've got a bit of money, if I pay for all the stuff you dropped Azusa, and if I pay for your Ice-cream Sir, then there will be no more problem, right?" he hoped that all of Azusa's things that now lay scattered on the ground weren't too expensive. He had made a vow to never take from the Miroku treasury himself, but after this he might have to reconsider that.

MFT 251

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Yeah that tantrum? It was back. A frown took hold on his face as he stomped forward, bringing his angry head dangerously close to Azusa's. "You ran into me!" he argued, his head seeming to swell in size once again. True he was loitering in the middle of the street...but she should've watched where she was going! If anything, this squabble would reveal the foreigner's childlike nature. Bickering with a younger girl over ice cream. And It didn't seem like this altercation was going to die down anytime soon, because after the girl blamed HIM for the accident, she went ahead and insulted his choice in flavor. An audible "Grr..." escaped his mouth as Azusa's laughed obnoxiously at his situation, afterwards saying that he should thank her for making him drop his icy treat.

She had gone too far...

"Shut up!" he shouted in reply, his fist clenched and trembling with frustration in front of his face. He swung his hand to the side, a finger extending to point at somebody as he spoke. "Ossan gave it to me for free!" The poor stall-owner who had offered the lad one of his free samples just stood there nervously with his hands up, obviously not wanting to get involved in the argument. It was probably for the best too. It didn't really seem like there was going to be any winning sides in this fight. "And it was good, too!" It was! If there was one thing in the world that this boy knew, it was food. And what he said was true. He didn't choose the flavor...just took whatever he was offered. Not that the boy had any specific preference exactly. Where food was concerned, he liked ALL of it. Well...aside from vegetables. And speaking of vegetables...

Apparently, he was standing near some. 'Eh?!" a puzzled sound punctuated him shifting his weight onto his other foot, crushing one of the mushrooms underfoot and sending a cloud of spores shooting up into the air. The other two were likely close enough to be affected, because the foreigner definitely was. But perhaps they were a bit less oblivious than Keiatsu and would be able to get out of the affected area fast enough. For him, the effect was instant, almost every inch of his exposed skin felt like it was suddenly crawling with bugs. "Yowch!" was the only thing he managed to get out before he began frantically scratching at his arms and legs. Yep...just another day in the life! This certainly wasn't going to help his sour disposition towards veggies. Technically they were fungi I guess...but do you honestly expect him to make that distinction? And this was more than likely gonna give him a wicked rash. And now that I think about it, this wasn't even the first time he'd had a run in with itchy plants since he'd got to Suna. What was wrong with this country?!

At a nearby restaurant, somebody exited via a curtain used to block off the door. This somebody was tall and wide as well, easily towering over the trio and even most people who passed by him. A head of what used to be vibrant rose-colored hair would be the first noticeable thing about him, though it appeared to be graying. While a beard of the same color covered his face. He was garbed in a red floral shirt similar to Keiatsu's except his was buttoned up properly. The figure kept his hands in his pockets as he wordlessly walked towards the group of squabbling kids. Riyota spoke, offering the both of them a solution to end their argument. This was enough to make Keiatsu stop his itch dance (if only for a moment) and look at the boy. "You'd buy me lunch?!" ...so it seemed like he mistook the boy's words slightly. Riyota had just unknowingly entered into a verbal agreement he couldn't possibly understand. While destroying food that belonged to him was the fastest way to make him angry, buying him a meal was the quickest way to make an ally out of him. While he waited for a reply he'd resume his fervent scratching. Those spores really did a number on him! However their effects would pale in comparison to what was more than likely about to happen to him. The figure finally finished his walk, Azusa and Riyota would be able to see him coming from a ways off, but Keiatsu was completely oblivious (surprise, surprise...). For a while he just stood there, looming over the foreigner and the Sunan youths, a dangerous glint in both of his eyes. "Still causing trouble, I see." the large stranger spoke, his anger-filled eyes shifting from one person to the other before finally settling on the foreigner. Immediately the boy had stopped moving, almost as if he'd been petrified. Normally he had a horrible memory, often forgetting names and all sorts of other things. But he knew this voice. This presence. He wouldn't dare forget it...not for as long as he lived. He remained completely still as the stranger held his gaze on the lad, a true scowl forming after a few seconds of staring. His voice was quite obviously tinged with rage as he uttered the boy's name. "Keiatsu..."

An expression of what appeared to be nervousness flashed across the youth's face. That was a new one. Keiatsu? Nervous? Just who was this guy?!

[mft]

 

[Muramasa Maya]

Have you ever immediately regretted a mistake and wished you could go five seconds back to change it? Azusa did. "Y-you idiotic fool!" Azusa shouted, backing away too slowly to avoid all the spores. Her ears twitched in irritation while she rubbed at her stomach, chest and arms. In hindsight, perhaps she should have warned him about the mushrooms...although the combination of twitchiness and and Riyota's intervention succeeded in discouraging her from pursuing a hopeless (and pointless) battle.

Disturbed by his master's sudden burst of frantic rubbing, her pet lizard, Echo, crawled from her top and took refused along her shoulders and neck, poking through her golden hair to gaze at Riyota with a smug look as if to say 'nice save'. "...*cough* *cough* Y-You will pay? Such as with...m-money?..." Her golden tails began to sway (how much from excitement, and how much from the itchy mushroom spores was a different story), and the flames of the fox's fiery passion over trivial things simmered down as money signs flashed on her eyes seeing an opportunity that made her guilty just thinking about it.
On one hand, the Kitsune felt it would be a simple task to trick Riyota into paying her an amount much more than what the miscellaneous supplies was worth.
On the other....her damn conscious would haunt her for months, maybe even years, if she exploited Riyota for her own gain, no matter her current situation. She had a softspot for him.

...Before she could make a decision between her morals and her dinner, she realized it had grown...darker...much sooner than she expected. Above ground, what was happening could be called an eclipse, but here...lets also call it an eclipse. A monster towered over them. "Wh-what...so large!.." She murmured, her ears standing alert and she subtlety positioned herself so that Riyota was between her and the giant. "...Well done. Your assistance will be bring blessings of good fortune upon you, t-tall sir." The ex-prietess spoke to the figure. Although she regained some of her bravado after moving behind a certain person, losing control of her chakra made her feel so much smaller to the world around her. People seemed larger and more intimidating (which stack with them naturally being, well, larger and more intimidating). Normal everyday distances felt longer and more tiring, minor obstacles felt more obstructing, and people all around seemed more intimidating. She didn't like it. But even so...

"H-however, his punishment need not be, umm,...too cruel. Riyota and I shall forgive him. A foreigner is a foreigner, and we shall not be so petty as to hold his expected ignorance against him. A mild bruising will suffice." This was Azusa trying to help him from whatever imminent thrashing he seemed to be highly at risk of, by the way. With a side of trying to use Riyota as a potential shield, sly vixen she was.

 

[Miroku Riyota]

A lot of things happened at once. Firstly, the foreigner broke out into a strange interpretive dance that Riyota could only assume was brought upon by the mushroom spores, which he was sure to quickly step back from. Secondly, the foreigner misheard Riyota's offer to replace his ice-cream as an offer to buy him an entire lunch. Which Riyota could definitely not afford to do, seeing as he imagined this other boy was...quite a fan of food.

Turning his attention a way from that in the hopes the boy would forget about the so-called lunch offer. He affirmed to Azusa that he would indeed pay with money in order to reimburse her for the destroyed supplies. He was about to discuss the actual cost when all of a sudden a large shadow loomed over the group.

Whipping around and instinctively placing himself between the new arrival and Azusa. Riyota looked up at the monstrously tall man, whom seemed to be quite nettled concerning the foreigner, whom Riyota now knew was called Keiatsu. "Look, there's no problem here, just a minor misunderstanding, you can go easy." Riyota stammered out, as he tried to defuse yet another situation.

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"YOU DAMN BRAT!!!"​

Loud. Not only the towering man's shout, but the sound of his punch as well. Not even the pleas of the rose-haired youth's newfound uh..."acquaintances" could save him now. There was no hesitation. Not even half a second for the boy to think about reacting. The sheer impact of the strike was tremendous, his enormous fist dragging across the hapless lad's face and launching him down the street. His compressed face only managed to get a pained, "Oof-!!!" out before he was sent flying. Keiatsu hit the ground hard...and he didn't stop there. His ragdoll form bounced and skipped along the street, continuing on for a while before it finally hit something solid. And when he did? A loud BOOM! filled the air, along with the sounds of splintering wood.

His backstop? The kind man's ice cream stall from earlier!

People looked on at the wreckage, along with the desert vendor who had an expression of pure horror on his face. His business...ruined! It goes without saying this sudden turn of events drew quite the crowd. Onlookers stared in awe at the boy who was now lying under a steaming pile of rubble. Some might even think him dead if not for the occasional twitch of one of his exposed legs. So he was alive at least...but just who was it that was capable of so much damage from just a single attack? The shadowed figure from before now stood in full view of everyone, a grimace still apparent on his face. It was...an old man?! Besides the colorful floral shirt he wore, his most striking feature was the head of rose-colored hair, similar to Keiatsu's. His was beginning to gray, but it was still bright enough to make the comparison. He kept his fist clenched, his arm quite literally shaking with rage as he stood to his full height and glared at the downed youth. "AND NOW YOU BROKE A STALL!!!" This was crazy...right?! Well believe it or not, this sight wasn't all that strange here in Sunagakure. At least when it came to this particular geezer. For awhile now he had been garnering quite the reputation. Beating punks and other troublemakers into submission wherever they crossed him. He was no celebrity, but the stories got around. Native Sunans might recognize him, if not from memory than from the whispered descriptions of the enigmatic old man. "Sofu" was what they called him...but just who was he really?

"Lady Azusa..." the elderly man spoke the tailed priestess' name, turning to face her as he did so. His scowl had relaxed a bit now that he was talking to her, but his face still looked pretty scary overall. How did he know her name ask? Well...who didn't? The Aikayume Clan were widely known throughout Wind Country, and even someone who only came to visit the village occasionally had heard of them. He'd even sat through one of their services once...after making a wrong turn and getting lost! A giant right hand reached out and he extended his index finger, quite rudely pointing directly at her. "...forgive my grandson! He's a troublemaker." ...sounded like there should've been a "please" in there somewhere...but that was polite by his usual standards. What was strange was she'd already excused him before...did he choose to ignore that so he could punch him? Or did he just forget? And excuse me, but Keiatsu was the troublemaker of the family? What did "Sofu" consider himself then?! The elderly man turned his gaze one more to his grandson, shaking his head as he did so. "Don't know where he gets it from..." Maybe one insanely strong old man with destructive tendencies? Just a thought.

Boy had this taken a turn. Here was this old guy commanding asking Azusa's forgiveness on behalf of his grandson, some poor man had his livelihood ruined, and Keiatsu was now barely conscious underneath a pile of timber. If anyone listened closely, they'd be able to hear a disoriented sounding, "Jiichan...~" coming from within the debris. It was a wonder he was still able to talk after a hit like that...even if his voice did sound a bit wonky. Brain damage maybe? Who knew. This grandfather/grandson duo sure did know how to make a scene...maybe that ran in the family too!

 

[Muramasa Maya]

(I'm sorry, I'm in too many topics to keep up with any sort of pace Perhaps another time?)

In one moment the boy was there, then there was a fist, and then he was gone. Azusa felt for sure she was about to be scolded, her ears sinking...but it seemed she was still in a position to be asked forgiveness from? She blinked. "O-of course I shall..." Azusa spoke to the elderly, but certainly not past his prime, old man. Not that there seemed much effect in her 'forgiveness' at this point. Besides, the boys...newfound condition amidst piles of splintered lumbered more than payed for whatever slight the Fox had felt had been done against her.

However, broken things needed to be repayed, and Azusa already had a box of dropped merchandise to attend to if she felt like having at least one meal today. She felt it best to vacate the area, so the Genin excused herself to Riyota and the towering man. "...And with that, I must be off. Thank you for your assistance...both of you."

....Seasalt. Bleh.

[Topic Left]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"Good.~" The elderly man replied, his voice unusually strained. A small grin had graced his face at Azusa's words...though it didn't exactly look right. Maybe it was the gigantic vein bulging in his forehead from the anger he was feeling towards his grandson? Yeah. That was probably it. As soon as she left so did the grin, and as he began to walk towards the downed youth it transformed into an expression that would induce fear in even the most courageous of shinobi. "Keiatsu..." he uttered once again, his rage palpable in the air surrounding him. With little to no effort the towering man bent down and gripped the back of the boy's shirt, plucking him from the pile of rubble and dangling him in the air with only one hand. He glared at his dazed grandson, looking the boy up and down as he continued to hold him. "You look thin. Have you been eating?" ...really?! First he punches the kid into next week and then he asks if he's been getting enough food? "Odd" didn't even begin to describe this duo...

A normal response wasn't what the elderly man got. Instead, the boy only managed to gurgle a few incoherent noises in reply. "Hm..." a "thinking sound" emanated from the old man as he stroked his graying beard with his free hand. After a minute of pondering he spoke again, making clear his observations on the youth's stature and unpreparedness. "Yama must be slacking with your training." In actuality? Yama had spent the last seventeen years putting the boy through a hellish training regimen, inspired by one HE was put through by the old man standing here now! But apparently it wasn't good enough. I mean...he couldn't even take a punch that was capable of splitting a mountain in two. He must've been slacking, right?! The old man simply shook his head as he began to walk away, Keiatsu in tow. "We'll have to fix that." he spoke, nodding towards Riyota as he passed him, his way of excusing them both as they took their leave. And Keiatsu? Well he just continued to groan in pain, that blow to the noggin REALLY having scrambled his eggs. Though maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Because if he was awake...he'd probably be crying in terror for whatever his grandfather had in store for him.

Their family had a strange definition of "training"...

[OOC: Yeah, some other time.]
[Topic Left]