in this family, we slap each other around and call it bonding

With a bundle of fine twigs in his mouth, Hattori dusted off the tatami mat flooring of the training area. For the most part, everyone cleaned up after themselves in Tojo, but with the changing of seasons meant there was more rain and mess in general. When the weather was at its worst, they would roll up the mats and store them somewhere dry and in the process they sometimes got a little dusty. Nothing that a bit of sweeping could not handle. And perhaps one might have assumed Hattori would think such a task was below him, but maintaining the training area and its equipment was an important part of the process.

At least he thought so.

Putting the broom to the side, he tilted his head back and let out an offer for his children. Whoever wished to train with him ought to come now, for he had the time and energy to spare.