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In a cottage, Takeda and Kenshi recuperate from yet another training session. Meanwhile the former comes across some familiar items. Perfect to aid with the freezing temperatures.
The swordsman sat up in bed. Listening to his son rummage through his bag.
“You ever use an electric blanket?” Takeda asked.
“No. I don't think so,” Kenshi stifled a yawn as he stretched his taut muscles.
Takeda hastily unfolded one of the blankets.“Cassie had extras and insisted. She wouldn't take no for an answer.” He walked to the outlet near Kenshi’s bed and plugged in the blanket’s cord. “Are you cold?” He thumbed through the controller’s settings.
“I’ll, be alright.” Kenshi’s lower body was suddenly enveloped in fluffy fabric. “You don’t need to-”
“It’s okay, really.” Once he covered Kenshi’s legs, Takeda sat at his bedside. “So,” he was tentative with his words. “I'll make us some tea. Would you like that?”
Candlelight illuminated the swordsman's clouded, milky white gaze. He held his tongue momentarily. “Yes, I would. And Takeda,” he reached out and felt for his son’s shoulder. Steadying himself when he found it. “Thank you.”
Takeda checked him a few minutes later, only to find he dozed off. His chest rose and fell, in slow, even breaths. The ninja padded over to the bed. He turned off and unplugged the blanket. The pillows under Kenshi’s head and neck were adjusted; the movement did nothing to disturb his slumber. As he tucked him in, Takeda gently squeezed his father’s hand.
“Good night Dad.” He extinguished the candles.
Kenshi awoke to rustling coming from outside the room. Easing himself out of bed, he called Sento to him. He sauntered to the kitchen. Greeted by the sound of Takeda, pouring tea for the both of them.