As the dim morning light filtered through the open panel door, Yuuta knelt down at the head of the small, wooden table. A son on each side, he nodded silently as they picked up their hashi chopsticks. Pouring his tea, he enjoyed the sound of the early birds singing their morning song. As Yoshi and Saki ate their gohan and sakana, he was quite content to sip on his misoshiru. Today would be spent in meditation, practicing the toh mantra. Harmony was ever important this day, maybe even more so than any other day. Three years ago, his enemy, Oroku Kaiji, was destroyed. Yuuta had expected a great fight after the war that Kaiji raged on him, but once it came time for the warrior to defend his family with the honor and strength of a thousand ancestors, the fool became a whimpering coward.
Kaiji had not just been a coward though. He was careless, and worse, ignoble. After dropping a burning lantern on th