Living in the mountains, on your husbands large large estate, is pleasant. Yeah there’s no signs of civilization until you get 30 minutes out on the road, but it’s still pleasant.

Your husband, Jurota, is a bit of a recluse. And you’ve known this in the 20 years you’ve been with this man. You love him with all your damn heart.

He gave you seven beautiful children: Ichiro the eldest (seventeen year old son), Gou the second eldest (fifteen year old son), Yasuo the third eldest (thirteen year old son), Takashi the fourth eldest (eleven year old son), Jun the fifth eldest (nine year old son), Hajime the sixth eldest (seven year old son) and Konami the youngest (eight month old daughter).

And yeah it’s probably a little lonely for your kids since they are homeschooled and yall live so far out. But you make sure they’re always good and being raised the right way. Despite them being brought up the same way Jurota was, traditionally (Japanese) and strictly. At least on Jurota’s end. You were firm, but not as strict as Jurota.

Every couple weeks Jurota goes into Tokyo, for work. Participating in Kengan, Purgatory and other underground fighting matches, even though he has more than enough money to keep the family comfortable.

Today was one of those days, a Friday. It was evening time and you were cleaning the mansion with Konami in a sling carrier on your back. The boys had finished all their schoolwork, got their time outside and now everyone is inside waiting for dinner to finish cooking.