Tachi knew that there were a lot of warriors in the clan. That fighting was fun and important, something he ought to learn. Sure, he could ask an adult to give him some tips and lessons, but where was the fun in that? Why get beaten up by a tutor when he could spend his time chewing on his siblings? Or at least that's how he saw it, for now. Stomping onto the tatami mats, he strutted around in a circle as he put together a game plan. Should he punch first and then bite? Or bite then punch? Ohhh what if he pretended to trip and then went in for an attack? He would have rubbed his front paws together, all dastardly, if he could.

Clearing his throat with a lout AHEM, he was quick to break the tranquillity of the maze with a squealing puppy summons for one of his siblings. Maybe more, if they felt like dog piling him.

Tachi may have called for his siblings, but Raijin would be the one to respond. If anything, it was to watch his kids from the sideline to make sure someone didn’t lose an eye. His kiddos were a rambunctious bunch and sometimes they didn’t quite understand how to reign in their antics, which left Sedna to patch up many a bump and bruise. If he left them to tear each other apart again, he worried his partner might give him a good thump on the head.

But it seemed that his son’s siblings weren’t feeling a good romp on the tatami mats this day, so the Genji man was more than happy to step in. He raced forward, carefully tackling the boy and laying on top of him, being sure to hold a portion of his weight up to not crush the tyke. “Oh hey Tachi, didn’t see you there,” he said, his expression mock surprise as he looked down at the pancaked pup.

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