In the kitchen of the Flowing Water Dojo.
The steady tap-tap-tap of chopping rang out. An apron tied around his waist, Josen stood at the cutting board, deftly slicing snow pears.
With Atomic Samurai's swordsmanship talent in effect, his hands moved incredibly fast. One large snow pear after another was visibly peeled and stripped of its flesh, going from fruit to bare core in seconds.
"You two..."
Fubuki took a big bite of her stuffed toast, a Western-style breakfast F-kid had prepared especially for her, and asked somewhat indistinctly, "You two... when exactly did this start?"
Tatsumaki sat on the table, her fair calves swinging in the air.
At Fubuki's words, her legs paused. She turned her head away from Fubuki, but could not hide the faint blush on her cheeks.
"Children shouldn't pry into adult matters!"
Fubuki: "..."
"...Sis, I'm not a child anymore, okay!" Fubuki trembled with indignation, her toast no longer tasting good. Unwilling to accept that, she protested, "Have you forgotten? I've been an adult for ages!"
"Hmph." Tatsumaki gave a soft snort, glanced back at her, and said coolly, "In my eyes, you'll always be a child."
Fubuki: (ಥ﹏ಥ)
That blow struck a vital point. Her health bar emptied, Fubuki retreated in defeat and could only tearfully shut her mouth and continue eating her breakfast.
Before long, Tatsumaki was happily enjoying the honeyed snow pear juice and nutritious breakfast Josen had prepared himself, while Fubuki had her fill of their public displays of affection.
Once the two finished breakfast, the First Housekeeping Star, F-kid, appeared and swiftly cleared everything away. Josen untied his apron too and said with a smile, "Come on. Time to take you home."
"Mm, let's head back, then." Tatsumaki nodded and floated over to Josen of her own accord.
"But are