They don't seem to think Tsuru notices them, as she practices with the hanbō.

"Are you just going to stare?" she finally asks, turning towards her elder brothers.

Yuichi hesitates, before stepping into the room. A frown on his face. "Yagura-san taught you that form?"

Sachihiro follows. Moving through the pain as he did the other night, and settles on the floor across from her. His left side one large bruise.

"Yes. He said I was like him, and to slight for the other one."

"For now," Yuchi says, adjusting her form.

Sachihiro points towards her feet. "You need to move her left foot over more."

"Yes, just a sliver."

"And stop using that clubbing motion, it does not suit you. Aim for the pressure points," he continues, pointing to spots on his arm. "There is a reason, those Hyuuga bastards are a pain to fight."

"I thought you were near Iwa, again?"

"Plans changed."

0o0o0

Isano shuffles towards the kitchen, drawn by the smell of frying food. The loud pops, and blistering batter covering her approach.

"You're being ridiculous," her husband says, as Tsuru's skims a ladle over the surface of a pot a few feet away. Her gaze focused on the thermometer. Shoulders stiff.

"I know, but can you let it go? Everyone else has."

"Because you keep clamming up. Running away. I never thought I would see you do that."

"You're acting as their spy, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I didn't want Isano to die."

"Why would she die?"

"People forget all the time how dangerous pregnancy is. How doctors can do everything right, and a person can still die. How sometimes a body just goes, no, not going to happen."

"It wasn't a vision?"

Isano stiffens. Meets her husbands gaze, and catches sight of two fingers forming the command, for silence.

"No. A feeling, but you can't tell them that."

Had things been different, Isano would of found herself jealous of the bond her sibling seemed to share with her husband.

The things they should of shared.

"Can't tell us what?" Isano asks, entering the kitchen. Tsuru's jumps, and then scowls at Isano. Her chakra, no longer suppressed.

"If there are any leftovers, Tsuru was planning to make bento," Yagura replies, in a chipper tone as he pilfers another piece.

Tsuru swats at him, and hisses, "Watch the baby. The oil's spitting."

"Love, could you take Satoruo?"

Isano shakes her head. "I need both hands to finish this batch off, husband."

"Only this batch," Tsuru says, motioning. "Grab another rack, and you can take this one. Hurry up. The others will be home soon."

"Too late!" Eito cheers. Ruddy, brown irises focused on the sizzling tempura, as Isano obeys her siblings request. "Does that mean she has to split half with me, the sibling who loves you the most?"

"If you can take her on, sure."

Isano smirks and holds her prize higher, out of her brothers reach as she walks away.

"So mean. The both of you."

"Do you need me to recommend you, an adult?" Yagura queries as Isano settles behind him, and the baby.