Nestled between the forestry of the hidden leaf, slightly absorbed through tree and fence. A small manor in comparison to the other larger clan homes was the house of the Tanigawa. Hidden around the forestry and décor of the courtyard, where the clan stalwart mechanized automatons. These guardian where clothed in leaf ninja garb of their past ancestors as a sigh to all that even in death a Tanigawa never leaves their family.
Megumi as the acting head of her clan paid her respects to her ancestors and keep their avatars well maintained and clean. Starting from the first of her house to the last. Even though she respected and help her traditions strongly with her, seeing her parents and close relatives faces never got easy. Staring at her parents as they looked back at her, she wonder how they thought of who see had become and if they were proud of her. Wiping the wetness from her eyes and staining her pink kimono that she wore for family gathers and clan meetings. Putting her feelings aside she would tend to her family and keep to the shinobi traditions, as a shinobi does not cry. The crickets began their nightly consort as the sun began to rest. Saying goodbye to her family, she had to prepare dinner for herself and her grandfather.
Walking through the orange tinted courtyard, Megumi would look to the simple yet serene sight of the forges and kilns that sat around signifying their pride in their craft. While it might not be what other clan are use to but to a Tanigawa their art was their heart and soul and bared it to the world.
Sliding the door open and removing her shoes. “ Grandfather I'm back I'll get dinner on after I clean up”. She would hear a grumble from the door of her grandfather's room, he was most likely busy with his work or impatient for dinner.
As she washed her hand and took out all kinds of spices and vegetables, fruits and a protein, she was not sure if she wanted fish or chicken today. Leaning over from the kitchen and jokingly yelling at her grandfather's door. “ Hey you old fool, what do you think chicken or fish”!? Hearing a deep rough voice aged from hard labor and smoking, “ I just want food girl, does not matter as all your cooking taste the same terrible. Never finding a husband with your cooking”! Megumi would shake her head as she went back to cooking, “ You would never give me away anyway”! More grumbles would echo from the doorway, as he had no comeback for the truth.
Megumi as the acting head of her clan paid her respects to her ancestors and keep their avatars well maintained and clean. Starting from the first of her house to the last. Even though she respected and help her traditions strongly with her, seeing her parents and close relatives faces never got easy. Staring at her parents as they looked back at her, she wonder how they thought of who see had become and if they were proud of her. Wiping the wetness from her eyes and staining her pink kimono that she wore for family gathers and clan meetings. Putting her feelings aside she would tend to her family and keep to the shinobi traditions, as a shinobi does not cry. The crickets began their nightly consort as the sun began to rest. Saying goodbye to her family, she had to prepare dinner for herself and her grandfather.
Walking through the orange tinted courtyard, Megumi would look to the simple yet serene sight of the forges and kilns that sat around signifying their pride in their craft. While it might not be what other clan are use to but to a Tanigawa their art was their heart and soul and bared it to the world.
Sliding the door open and removing her shoes. “ Grandfather I'm back I'll get dinner on after I clean up”. She would hear a grumble from the door of her grandfather's room, he was most likely busy with his work or impatient for dinner.
As she washed her hand and took out all kinds of spices and vegetables, fruits and a protein, she was not sure if she wanted fish or chicken today. Leaning over from the kitchen and jokingly yelling at her grandfather's door. “ Hey you old fool, what do you think chicken or fish”!? Hearing a deep rough voice aged from hard labor and smoking, “ I just want food girl, does not matter as all your cooking taste the same terrible. Never finding a husband with your cooking”! Megumi would shake her head as she went back to cooking, “ You would never give me away anyway”! More grumbles would echo from the doorway, as he had no comeback for the truth.