There might be some sense to your knocking if we had a door between us

Many of his children were considerably more emotional than Hattori himself; it was clear to see the relief on Keito's features, which briefly made Hattori wonder if his search had been a success. Had Kiriko been found? The thought made his mood sour entirely, a proverbial storm cloud settling overhead as his brows furrowed, an intensity he couldn't quite hide. But no matter, it was as he'd presumed- she did not want to be found, she did not want any of them. An insult greater than any Hattori had ever received before, and so unwarranted, too. What could these strangers have that Hattori did not?

Nothing.

He exhaled, forcing himself to relax, his shoulders dropped as he took in the sight of his wayward son. Home once more.

"Where did you search?" He asked, his native tongue a dark rumble, like the earthquakes offshore of his homeland.