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Now that the children were more independent and capable of sitting still for some measure of time, Hattori thought it prudent to extend a lesson of his own. To pass on what he knew to those who cared to learn and listen. Regardless of their homeland. they had Iga roots and thus it was only fair Hattori did his part in sharing both the culture and know-how that came along with wolves of his kin.

Rising from his tatami mat, Hattori made his way through the Bamboo Maze, following well trodden paths as his gaze roved the scenery. They had already long left their mark on this place, carved out shortcuts and gaps through the walls only in sight to those who knew where to look. It wasn't as difficult to navigate as one might think and to an extent that was the point. They were meant to live here, no other people could claim it quite like Iga wolves could.

Slowing to a standstill, Hattori arrived at the training area. A cleared open expanse that provided ample room to move about. Training supplies were stacked neatly at the edges, basic medical equipment and buckets of fresh rain water. Content with its state, that the last person who used it had tided up after themselves, Hattori tipped his head back and announced a training session, for both adults and pups alike. Whoever wanted to attend was welcome to do so.