several ways to skin a cat

Hattori peered down at the little lumbering spud that toddled at his paws. It was hard to say where he got his brown coat from, Sedna perhaps? Though these days her form wasn't nearly as mundane as it used to be, all faded like distant galaxies. Regardless, this litter was bound to be more trouble than it was worth given their parentage. The sooner Hattori made his expectations clear, the better.

"Has your Father told you anything about where he is from? How we fight?" He uttered in the common tongue, unsure of how fluent they were in Nihon speak. He intended to teach the child regardless, felt as though it was part of his duty, but he wanted to know what-if anything- he already knew. Other than ankle biting, of course.