Technicolor [Pvt]

[Kishiko Nagisa]

So there would be three. Kenshin would look on passively. Then Umashi would give his reasoning. a Reasoning that had no proof. OR was the proof in the look of Umashi? Who knows but there were more important things to deal with than the scorn of the Hokage.

Kenshin inwardly scoffed at himself. A few years ago he would have never thought that. Rank and order were fundamental to his upbringing but since coming to Leaf that had change a little. It was the students, the kids of the next generation that were the most important.

After watching for a few more moments, he would follow Tamashii and Umashi out. His job was done for now. He did leave a strict order with Yomi's personal guard ANBU or not to keep an eye on them all and if there was trouble to send for him.

Kenshin needed something to drink to deal with this day.

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[Tsukasa Mikasa]

The tension in the air dissipates as swiftly as it had arrived, the medical kunoichi leans her head back to graze her features with the palm of her hand; to perform a medical procedure of this nature was one of the deadliest performances the human body could undergo. Medical experts once claimed the closest one is to dancing upon deaths doorstep if through the miracle of birth. Tamashii's emotions were flaring, Lady Yomi's transfixing into joy, Lord Umashiashikabihikoji settling down, Kenshin on full alert, and leaving Mikasa with quite the headache. In situations such as these, being an empathetic feeding off the emotional waves of such a vast spectrum take a toll.

Maneuvering to a standing position, the medical chief allows the parents of the children rekindle what they may have lost. Tightening her medical coat, the platinum mane woman nods her head, "I accept the title, it is a great honor to continue to perform for the village. I will require your aid more so in the future." she murmurs, strolling over to pay her respect to the children. Pivoting about she heads towards the door, "No one is to disturb this room, do I make myself clear?" she inquires to the faceless, wiping at her forehead to remove any perspiration.

"Congratulations on your new family, Lord Umashiashikabihikoji." she calls back, wishing to give peace to the parents and offspring. Sliding the door behind her, the woman heads down the corridor to settle within her office armchair. Instinctively her forehead presses against the rosewood to find a slumber and a much needed reprieve. Prior to faltering to the temporary beckoning of rest, a single notion flaunts through her thoughts, one final step to climb. To oversee the village and allow the others to obtain peace was all that drove her.

Lady Yomi and Lord Umashiashikabihikoji deserved the freedom of raising their younglings. For that, she would do what was necessary, to continue to raise the village as if her own patients and children.

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[Yomi]

Yomi looked at Tamashii as he said he was going to take a few days off. She would open her mouth to protest but could not do so in good conscious. There were a million reasons why he deserved some time off and her own needs were no longer paramount as he got her to the finish line in one piece. Her eyes fixated upon Umashi as the two men crossed paths. There was much to say, between the three of them, but, for now it would have to wait until emotions weren't on eleven.

Yomi was relieved that Mikasa took the new responsibilities with all the grace she could muster. Truthfully she was already doing a lot of the heavy lifting but, like Yomi knew all to well. it could be super overwhelming. The woman smiled as Mikasa made her last inspection of the twins and excused herself from the room. The matter of the child that Umashi held in his arms would have to be talked over and eventually she would come to a place of acceptance.

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