A/N: Having homeschooled for 3 years, I can tell you; you'll never learn as much as when you take up the teaching of another.
~Books~
From as early as he could remember, books were a source of fascination for him. The dark marks on the page, that fell into an order as his father learned, and then taught them the letters. They learned Japanese first, because that's what his father knew, but in time, he taught them to read English, with its new sounds and meanings. When the genius of the group had managed to bring their first television to life, and discovered captioning, the words became clearer. Their Master, like his Master before him, was bilingual, but the Romaji letters were new to him, and so he learned with his sons.
He thought, upon reflection, that they had learned more quickly because they were learning along with him. He studied into the night, to keep ahead of their studies, and that in itself was motivation. Whatever was in the books that held their father's fascination was worth having, and he wanted it. They all did. The love had stayed with them, and even now, when it was late and television's offerings were mindless noise, four favorite spots, on the couch and chairs and floor, would be occupied, and the only sounds were pages turning.