The Idea

Age 1991

Kitsune turned his towards the door, to their room as it burst open with a loud kick.

"Why are you kicking our door down?"

"Arms to tired to grab handle.

Hero walked into the room letting out a heavy sigh as he placed his arms behind his bed in a sheepish manner. The boy's training outfit was completely torn to bits, reduced to ribbons. Those ribbons were also on fire. Hero himself had a few cuts and even some burn marks across his body, an impressive feat considering how far his own healing had come. He must have gotten pretty banged up. Hero let out another sigh, this one a sigh of relief, as he ran a ran through messy black and white hair. His silver eyes darted around the room sporting Kitsune and North.

North was face down on the bed completely unconscious. 

Kitsune set on his own bed. He was also pretty banged up though nowhere near the extent of Hero. Small flakes of ice seemed to come off of him as he shivered slightly.