Gorou Fukuda looked out the front window of his dojo. The usually serene and level-headed martial artist had an unusual expression of worry on his face. His sons should have been home by now. I hope they’re alright. He thought. They wouldn’t have been… No. Shaking his head, he didn’t allow himself to even think about the possibilities of where his children might be. Possibilities that made him think of the day that they all became a family in the first place.

I’m sure they’re fine. Hwan probably led all of them on a detour after work again. As that was a pretty regular occurrence, this thought accomplished in lessening Gouro’s anxiety. “Sensei!” Hearing one of his students call him, Gouro turned his back on the window, for the moment content to focus on the progress of his students, rather than the whereabouts of his sons.