And yet her young daughter persists in playing with sharp things well after Tenkyuu's admonitions. . .

The elder faintly taps her bottom lip as if in thought, the tears momentarily forgotten, no longer bearers of the Heavenly Bow's agony.

... Why is it that Tenkyuu wields swords but does not equip herself with a stir-fry pan? Her mother would have found a cook, rather than a warrior, much preferable teases Tenkyuu with a light smile. Sure, Tenryuu can sever men in half, but can she prepare a seven-course meal?

Tenkyuu raises an eyebrow, inspecting her daughter for a few, tense moments . . .

Oh well. Tenkyuu will merely have to turn Setsushi aside from his martial tendencies more and more and force him to focus on his culinary talents. Tenkyuu will just have to keep her mantle as Flying Swords, her mother supposes.