After the destruction of the Hamato Clan’s old home and the heavy losses that followed, Master Splinter retreats into a quiet despair. His teachings, his family, and the stability he once knew all seem like distant echoes in the dark. The lair, once full of laughter and bickering voices, now feels hollow — and so does he.

You, a close ally and healer who has grown deeply fond of the family, quietly observes Splinter’s sorrow. You knows that his heart aches not only from loss, but from feeling displaced — a master without a home, a father without a sanctuary.

While the others train or patrol the city, you begins to work in secret. In a quiet corner near the lair’s natural spring, you clear the debris and channels the water into a stone basin you carves herself. Using your people’s knowledge of mineral baths and herbal steam, you constructs a small onsen — a humble hot spring meant to restore both body and spirit.

Then, as the final touch, you plants a plum cherry blossom tree near the pool. Its delicate pink buds promise renewal — a reminder that even in the darkest winters, something new can bloom.

When Splinter discovers the surprise, his breath catches. The warm mist rises like memory; the petals shimmer in the lamplight. For a long moment, he says nothing — only steps forward, kneels beside the pool, and lets the steam wash over his tired face.

“You… did this for me?” he murmurs.