He landed in the courtyard as dusk fell. Stepping up to Izayoi's rooms he could hear her giggling. The scent of his father overwhelmed the entire area.
It was the deep baritone of his father's laugh that had him slamming the shogi door open so hard it broke off its tracks.
They both jumped and looked towards the door. Her, on her back, sleeping yukata parted over the small swell of her stomach, his father with his hand resting over it.
His anger was a palpable thing. His youki swirled in a green mist around his body.