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And so, three years passed. And the pair did what they always do. They made do, and after all, they seemed to be at least decent parents. After the stress of several weeks, it seemed like things looked up and slowly, among the many sleepless or short nights of parenthood, happiness returned.
It took two years for other villages to contact Daisuke, informing him of trade routes, caravans. He accepted all for the interest of the village, to make sure everyone was warm and fed. However, there were also feudal lords who wanted to take the village 'under their wing'. The truth was that they feared any kind of insurgents with free reign. But they didn't dare to send troops. After all, Daisuke had made quite the example with pushing back Kumiko.
However, he made sure other villages didn't follow his principle. It was in their best interest to stay under their feudal lords. He started to train people that were interested, after all, they still needed protection. He didn't fear an attack, yet he was quite solid on the fact that they needn't slack off. The stress started to show after three years.
What used to be a warm, jet black crown started to get littered with several grey hairs. Yet he never wavered or hesitated to spend time with Yuki or Hanako. He was taking everything on his shoulders and seemed content with it. Even though it visibly took it's toll.
And so, Daisuke was sat upon their porch one evening, cross legged with the still sealed sword on his lap. Softly playing the flute. A half empty bottle of sake next to him.
