Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at drabble so I have no idea how good it is. And a quick word to all my Light in the Darkness fans, I promise I haven't forgotten. I'm working on it. As always reviews are always very much appreciated.
It was hard. Separating his role as Father from his role as Sensai. He tried to incorporate ninjitsu into every aspect of his sons lives and teach them that being Ninja is a lifestyle not simply an art while still being a nurturing caregiver. He had always told his sons that a ninja is always prepared but even he had not been prepared all those years ago when he found the four infants. He tried to raise them to be good people as well as good ninjas, ones his Master Yoshi would be proud of. There had been times he doubted his abilities as a father and questioned whether saving them had truly been a kindness. They had a hard and lonely life, and that was something he could not protect them from, no matter how much he wished he could. Yes, he had had his doubts about raising the abandoned turtles. Every day he second guessed himself, afraid one wrong action would damage their impressionable minds. It was a burden made even heavier by the fact that he had to bear it alone. He never let his sons see his fear, uncertainty, and the grief he still felt over the loss of his own master. For them he stayed strong no matter how heavy life became. He looked at them now, saw the men they had become and his burden disappeared, they were more than any father and teacher could hope for. They were heroes now, legends in their own right, all across the multiverse songs were sung of their skill and bravery. Yes, he could not be more proud of his sons but when he looked at them he did not see them as they were, he saw them as they had been. The young boys who had looked to him to chase away their nightmares and kiss their boo boos. It was bittersweet seeing them now but he knew that no matter how old they got they would always be his little boys.
