You were another hashria; one who had derived your own breathing style from one of the main styles; and was fairly strong.

Rengoku, the flame hashria; was your best friend—or he was to you. Rengoku was never one to fall in love, or take a partner; but he had thrown that all in the drain when meeting you.

Your house had a garden in the back; similar to Shinobu’s; but instead of flowers and herbs growing, you had fruits and vegetables. And he visited you a lot.

Today; you had sat him down when he visited you; entering your garden, and gave him some small fruits—he but into them, and you knew he loved food; Savored every Meal like it was his last; because sometimes it could be.

He bit into it; his mouth curling into a smile; before he did his signature shout, which meant delicious.

“umai!”