Once I have reached my quota of work for the week, I stop working and walk out of my multiple workrooms and locked all of my workshops (the locks on the outdoor workshops are also accessed by my phone but you need a key to get in and only I know which key is which as Kilo avoids anything with modern tech like the plague) and relaxed on the couch in the living room. A text coming to my phone, it's Yumi.

'Hiya Crysta.'
'What's up mafia?' I greet, we both give each other little nicknames; it's the symbol and main indicator that we are indeed friends.
'I know you are angry at my big brother...rightfully too. I'm still greatly sorry for the pain that he's caused you.' she says
'I'm not making the kimonos.'
'It's not about the kimonos.'
'That's a surprise.' It truly is, normally she's the flying monkey for her older brother and the ultimate mediator. Yumi is the only flying monkey that can and has turned against her family and allies when the truth comes to light. It's never pretty as although she is a sweet girl, she has an acid tongue with a very wide vocabulary.
'I wish to know what kind of pup you once had and if I could find a duplicate. As a means of apology.'
'What the fuck brought this on?'
'My brother has commissioned me to find a way to make amends with you.'
'So you believe replacing my pup will do that?'
'Well...if my idea works maybe.' Just what is that girl up to?
'Mailing me a pooch isn't going to repair all of the despair that he had caused. Knowing him he'll send me a purebred.' Might as well just be honest.
'What kind of pupper is it?'
'A mutt.' Playing along has always been in favor when dealing with Yumi. She can be incredibly clever when she has to do. She's also very unpredictable and anything can happen with this girl involved.
'What kind of mutt?'
'As I said. A mutt. Through and through, that dog is what a dog should be if bottlenecking weren't a thing.'
'How many are there?'
'He's possibly the last of his kind. Ask Professor Horatius. He knows what kind of dog my pup was. Well he should, he personally did the blood work and became my primary vet.'
She thanks me with emojis, stickers and the movable versions of both and goes offline.

Although I can get a pretty good grasp of what she's planning but not really how she's gonna go about it. Especially when I have a bad taste in my mouth when involving anything with Japan; The Clans in particular. I rub my head as I place my phone down.
A migraine coming on.
I had drunk the last of the tea I had brewed when her brother had called. I had gone back into the kitchen and look at the recipe book, I picked chili and not the fast cook immediately, it's one of the slow cooked chili today. The longer the cook, the more powerful the chili. It's very vegetable heavy and light on meat as I literally grow all of my fruits and vegetables...and my vegetables are getting slightly out of control as I see that my vegetables are becoming more abundant and ready to be harvested a lot faster than my fruits are. I'm just glad that I have a roommate that needs a lot of food in order to recover from his injuries that has a big appetite and that I'm practically a glutton. I also used two to four large packs of ground beef. I also use the sets of larger pots that I have, a pot that looks like it had eaten three to five entire stockpots, lid, handles and all and still have room for another. I also brought in all the mushrooms (all edible and they show up like fucking weeds; especially the truffles, I'm literally running out of ideas of how to make use to them without getting harassed on the daily) and after chopping them up I dump them all into the pot. I use both truffle oil and olive oil when making this chili. I use three to six of different kinds of onions amongst other vegetables in the chili and I made sure that they are nicely sliced and diced. I basically used multiple pounds worth of vegetables and only like two to three pounds of beef.
Out of all of the food that is going onto the chili pot, it's the mushrooms that take the cake. I have used so much mushrooms, I know for fact that I have used an entire shelf and displays of mushrooms that would be found in the grocery store. Same with with the potatoes.
Spices...oh sweet lord, the spices. I have literal mason jars filled with them and I get a weekly delivery of over seven to twenty pounds worth of salt. Of different kinds and varieties. No one can ever say that I don't have variety or that I'm bland. Hell, the chefs, foodies and home cooks beg to come to my house for one of their meetings or get togethers. I have always refused and they understand why.
They're still pissed at Caesar's dad about it. Especially Chef Ruby; the man nearly gutted him when the news reached his ears.
And I emptied entire jars of spices, mainly two to three jars of the same spice, mainly the older ones. The salt I had to be lenient on as it's incredibly powerful and potent.

After the prep has been established. Now it just has to sit there, on low heat for the next NINE to THIRTEEN hours. This pot will stir itself once the lid is placed upon the pot, and it actually has to fit in order for the self stir function to activate. Why so long? I had used stock cubes and rods and flavor agents that take a long time to dissolve and do it's thing as it's normally frozen solid until I need them, letting the flavors build and build until use. It's going to be the best chili I've ever made to date. As I mainly used everything that was going to go bad unless it's the meat, the meat I go through like coffee filters vanish in a college dormitory during finals week.
I then set the timer and leave the kitchen.

One Change Of Clothes Later

I'm in my training room. I'm facing a virtual Servitor, a large humanoid monster that gives Outworlder Warriors from Mortal Kombat a run for their money and for some make the heaviest hitters of Outworld seem tame. I am wielding two blades, one larger one on my back, I do use all three. Although I can use three, the ones I'm currently using aren't ones I use as much as I should. They're my Blossom Blades, although they look like decoration or useless, they aren't. The three blades have blossom and petal designs upon them, the colors are black, pink and blue with only a bit of white. The petals of the blossoms change depending on my attacks and what technique I'm using. The one with the full blooms is the largest sword upon my back.
While the petals of said blooms are within the ones in my hands.
The blossoms in question?
Lilies and Cherry Blossoms. The Lily is not used as often as the cherry blossoms and is used as shock factor and finishing blows to those that weren't expecting that. It doesn't help that the two flowers have completely different properties.

I sliced the Servitor down the middle from high in the air with glowing cherry blossoms floating all around said Servitor and then the cherry blossoms skewered through the Servitor having more holes in it than Swiss Cheese. My breath is ragged as I document my training session, I always have had an easier time using both blades instead of wielding the one. But that doesn't mean I am not proficient in using only one sword.
I don't exactly broadcast my abilities that I possess like the other 90% of hybrids, I like the element of surprise; the mystery that keeps both enemies and allies alike on edge. They can't exploit any weaknesses if they don't know what abilities I possess and even if they know them, they won't know the depth nor how to combat them as the only way to know said ability is when it's coming full force at your face or they're completely surrounded and have no time to analyze. After all, that's what I aim for. The only way they'll see any ability from me, is when we're all locked in the fight for our very lives against the Dragon threat or I'm coming after them with the righteous anger that angels would approve of and demons would be sweating perfect bullets of every variety.
Power isn't the only thing that I'm packing, it's how I use it. I don't broadcast just how powerful I am nor do I boast my achievements, I exercise self control on the daily, not letting anything get to me nor lash out at any or all that offend me. I steel my resolve nor act upon getting insulted, I may act chill, but I assure you...once combat (be it a competition or an actual attack by The Hierarchy) is established, all hell will break loose. I don't ever underestimate any opponent that I face, I treat them all as a massive threat. And Thus, act accordingly. Any or all I chill that I have or expressed will be evaporated and I will attack as if you are one of The Hierarchy; and if I'm pissed, I will fight harder and any mercy or kindness I may have will be launched out of the window by a fucking cannon. Hell, the main fucking reason Kai is still alive is because Yumi talked me out of ripping him to absolute shreds. Aoi with the rest of The Clans, The alliance amongst them is Hydra, after the mythical multi-headed serpent. Hydra had gotten even more allies and Aoi had been accepted back into his clan is because he talked me out of wiping them all out after I knocked out my actual allies as teleporting them all back to Estelle had been proven ineffective (Lumin, I love you I really do, but fuck you man) and in quick succession. I had given Kai a gnarly scar as a reminder that if it weren't for those two, I would've painted the walls with their blood, internal organs that has been turned into paste along with everything that involves bodily fluids becoming the new paint for the walls and possibly the ceiling if subordinates get involved. Fuma saw the damage I inflicted on the young leader and practically shit his pants as I glared directly at him as I did it, all the while giving them all cuts upon all their person as I sheath my blades and sit down in perfect meditation with my arms tightly crossed, the only ones without injuries of any kind are the ones that convinced me to not turn the beautiful Japanese castle into a massive grave site. The ones with the most cuts is Fuma as I know that he's the one with the most influence upon Kai. It was quite a tense situation as I glare at them, seething in anger and offended to high heaven as the two have successfully talked me out of turning them into the fresh paint upon the walls and the ceiling.
I go from the sword training to running on my treadmill with my swords upon my person. It doesn't help that two thirds of the time that I'm in the field, I'm in heels or wedges. You know, shoes that aren't normally practical for combat...it doesn't help that I'm sometimes required to carry multiple things while wearing a dress and heels. I sometimes have to fight while dressed to go to an opera. Being a Hybrid isn't all fun and games, it's hard and most of the time it's inconvenient. Fights literally break out literally at any time and it doesn't help that Hybrids are duty bound to fight The Dragon Hierarchy...after all, they are a threat to everyone. I document my progress upon my health journal and when workouts are involved, the pastel pink rod will dispense 8 rings, two for your fingers (which will transform into fingerless gloves while the rings will have pink ruby gem upon it), two for your wrists, two for your upper arms and two around your ankles; a pink chocker around your neck with a ruby gem with a gold surrounding it and a pink headband. Documenting my workout progress. I know that I had done incredibly well since The Japan Mission. But I'm not going to let up. I want to be able to take one of The Dragon Monarchs and walk out with all of my limbs attached to me and fully intact.

I'm continuing to run on the treadmill with wireless earphones wrapped around my ears. They are in the shape of bleeding hearts; the color being a pastel orange, starless and moonless night black, and bits of lush forest green.
Blasting music in my ears. My thoughts running wild.

If there's one thing in this world I would like to keep hidden, it's anything that holds value to me, I was incredibly reluctant to tell them about my dog as I didn't know if the college or it's occupants would use my pooch against me or threaten said pooch's life just to get me to comply. I'm just glad that they've proven that they aren't monsters. My pup's linage and heritage was only revealed to them when he had gotten incredibly ill and I had no options as I tried to find out what's ailing my dog. I was incredibly reluctant but biting the bullet has saved my pup's life; only to be taken when taken with me at the behest of Professor Horatius for the mission in Japan. Professor Horatius has given me his condolences and apologized thousands of times of the shit storm that had transpired. He even insisted on giving me compensation for the loss of my pup.
Aang, my puppy. My sweet puppy. How are you doing in the afterlife? Are you doing well? I miss you.