Summary: Masumi and Ishiko found out that the displeasing Michiko was an extremely bad idea.
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A one hour passed since the vase incident.
"W-we are s-sorry! Mother/Michiko-sama!" The little girls apologized together as their back forced to straightening still, their legs painfully numbed from folded under their bottom for a quite extended time. Their petite hands arranged to palm down on their upper thighs. They forced to sit that way for almost an hour. It was excruciatingly boring and pure torture for the two young girls used to the physically active lifestyle.
In a front of them, the azure eyed woman was serenely sitting in a same way as the two girls.
"Mmm..." Michiko hummed thoughtfully as she was drinking her tea leisurely. She was acting like the numbing sensation is nothing, remaining unperturbed. She paused her drinking slightly.
"I assume that you do not wish to repeat that event again, am I correct?" She said, her voice remained serene, her deceptively sweet smile reeked a danger causing them gulping in fear.
"O-of course, Mother/Michiko-sama! We will be mindful of our surroundings!" Masumi and Ishiko chorused together, pouring their sincerity in their statement much as possible.
The older green-haired woman eyed them scrupulously. They fidgeted under her azure eyes. The nearly seven years old heiress and blind girl sighed in relief as Michiko made another hum sound approvingly, then resumed her drinking.
"Y-your mother is scary..." Ishiko whispered softly, soft enough for Masumi to hear. She was normally being a very brash girl. But she now was meek and scared to the submission by her Clan Head.
If the Shihoin leader heard her whispering to her daughter, she didn't comment on that and still continued to sip her tea.
Masumi nodded weakly. When her mother's favorite vase broke, She swore that she, for a moment, saw a fearsome visage of the blood-red, demonic hannya mask floating behind her mother. That mask disappeared as soon as her mother regained her calm facade back. It was the most terrifying visage ever she saw in her whole life. Way more frightening than her Tsunade-shishou's short temper, she really, really didn't want to see or face that mask ever again. And...
Who knew that her normally mild-tempered mother had a sadistic streak hidden in her? She punished them by having them perform a painful form of sitting - Seiza.
A/N: Yay, finally another update from me, although it was very short chapter! This chapter was subsequent to the previous Chapter 9, Displeasure. Oh~! Masumi and Ishiko definitely learnt their lesson. *evil chuckling*
Worrying not! A next chapter would be very longer and there will be the characters you want to see again! Please watch out for next incoming chapter!
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Note: A Seiza is a formal and traditional way of sitting in Japan. It was common practice in the tea ceremonies, the martial arts and some traditional Japanese arts. Those unfamiliar with seiza will likely find that maintaining it for more than a minute or two tends to lead to loss of circulation, with the accompanying 'pins and needles' feeling, followed by painful burning sensations, and then eventually complete numbness in the legs. However, the physical discomfort lessens with experience as the circulation of the blood improves. Experienced seiza practitioners can maintain the posture for forty minutes or more with minimal discomfort.