second son

Takeshi had been spending most of his time trying to recover from the craze that had taken him over the past few months. Sparring with his companions helped to clear his mind, but he’d also spent time working on his voice. It was coming along swimmingly, he felt, and while still a little raspy, it was beginning to sound more and more like...his. A typical teenager, with the occasional crack in his voice and randomly high pitched intervals, but it was clear that his voice would smoothen and deepen to a nice, deep baritone much like his father’s. He hadn’t let any of his family know about his new development, partly because he wanted to blow them away on the first go, but also partly because he was afraid it was all a dream and it would be taken from him upon waking. A little over a month in and it hadn’t proven true yet, but the fear was still there.

The boy was humming quietly to himself in a more secluded part of the Shrine when his father’s call rang out, summoning him to the battle ring. His auds perks, nervousness fluttering in his chest, but he rose to his paws and gave himself a shake anyways. He told Benjiro to go gather his armor before joining him, heading toward the ring at a trot. Soon, he arrived, offering a respectful dip of his head. It wasn’t a few moments later that Benjiro returned with his claws, the one thing he felt he lacked in his family who had almost all inherited sharp talons. But, he made up for it with his hard scales, most shimmering a bright red, but 5, odd scales shimmering a vibrant blue. He looked to his sire, automatically getting into his fight stance knowing that neither of them were much for pomp and circumstance. If the Shogun wanted a spar, then he wouldn’t keep him waiting.