Relight Burning Tigers

Midday bore down on the seventy-third district, with the winter sun's rays barely keeping the land from freezing over, and strangely uncommon for the rambunctious residents of the, the halls were rather silent. What were normally training halls filled with the kiai of the school's students or the arguing between the masters for the most ridiculous of reasons, only the silence of boredom permeated these halls. Of course, not everybody was there, which may have explained this occurrence. was away on business for the, which did happen from time to time, assuming he actually chose to accept their summons, though this wasn't a common happening. This time, in particular, and  accompanied him, leaving behind  and  to mind the fort.

The buxom girl in the pink tracksuit stretched her arms out as she sat near the kotatsu, laying back on the matted floor with a loud yawn. "Oi~ Kuni-chan? When did they say they'd be back? It's been nearly a day." Botan inquired.

Kuniharu, the deceptively older male in the appearance of a young teenager, was polishing his broadsword with a piece of folded cloth before looking up at Botan. "They said a week. What's your rush?"

She began to whine lightly. "They promised to bring meat buns from the winter festival in the seventh district! And they said I couldn't go because I had to stay here and watch the place!" she stated, her tone reminiscent of a child being told she couldn't go out to play with her friends.

Glaring at her, Kuniharu scoffed lightly under his breath. "I'm in no mood to hear you complain." he stated, as he got up, wearing his broadsword over his back and making his way for the entrance.

Botan, in response, merely pouted with an irritated look on her face. "You're always so mean, Kuni-chan!"