Today was a normal day for the Samurai family in the Shiba House. The younger Rangers were training outside, while the older rangers watched them.
Not too long ago the older Rangers came back to the Shiba House to be of guidance to the younger Rangers.
Recently, Hannah, the white ranger, and Chris, the black ranger, moved in with all the other Rangers.
Emily: "Maria is a lot like you, Mike."
She said to her boyfriend. Maria Adams was the Red Samurai Ranger and leader of the new generation of rangers.
Mike: "How so?"
He said.
"ACK!"
Someone cried. They turned towards the younger Rangers.
Chris' pants was down to his ankles.
Maria immediately threw her katana towards Scott, who got hit in the head by it.
Maria: "Say cheese!"
She yelled as she got her newly modernized morpher and took a picture of the scene before her.
Chris pulled up his pants and started chasing after her
Chris: "MARIA! Give me that!"
Maria wasn't making the chase easy. She's swift and had quick thinking.
Mia: "Really? But I thought she was like Jayden. Remember she distanced herself from the others at the beginning and would always use her off days to train."
Mia said.
Kevin: "I always thought she was like Mia. I mean she used to sing."
Her boyfriend said.
He was correct. Maria used to be a singer before she ran away from home.
Mike: "No, Piper is more like Mia."
He argued.
Piper likes to cook like Mia, but is extremely horrible at it. Worst than Mia. Her food isn't even edible.
Antonio: "What about me? Who is like me?"
He asked.
Everyone: "Definitely Hannah."
They said in unison.
Hannah, the white ranger, loves a flashy entrance and will usually distract other people from their work, plus she is good with technical stuff.
Just then, the gap sensor alerted us that a Nighlock was on the loose.
Maria: "WE BETTER GO!"
She yelled as she transformed and ran out of the gates of the Shiba House.
Chris: "COME BACK HERE MARIA!"
He yelled as he transformed too.
Everyone rolled their eyes and chased after the two.
The older Rangers just chuckled and laughed.
