The Man and his Family

It was a night of utter silence, and from that silence --- not a creature was heard roaming under the moonlit sky. The village lie still, many of its citizens were fast asleep within the comfort of their homes. Families at ease in the times of tranquility, smiles stretched across the peacefully sleeping inhabitants of the land of Fire. However, of the many citizens off deep into the dream world, such peace was excluded from the family of the esteemed Fire Shadow. Peace exchanged with worry. It had seem to be an ongoing trend for extended nights on the clock. The mantle of Hokage weighed heavily on his shoulders. The wife tossed with an intense restlessness, worried about his wellbeing and whatever it was that was keeping him away. She grew tired of the half-assed answers he provided.

She sighed heavily -- her annoyance being evident with each breath. Tossing back the comforter, Senjō sat upright while her feet hung loosely off their fortress. The woman when to slide of her slippers whilst reaching for her white house robe to tightly wrap around her form. Upon exiting her room and taking the small flight of stairs into the family room, Senjō had taken notice of her youngest daughter -- whom, much to her surprise, was apparently still awake.

"Himey, dear? What are you still doing up at this time?" Senjō questioned, trailing her way over to Shikahime.