Legends

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Miori's face softened at his smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling in response. Her eyes held a depth of affection that was reserved solely for her son. For all the hardships she had faced, Miori found solace in the loving bond she shared with Ryomaru. His existence was her sanctuary, her haven in a world where she felt otherwise isolated.

"Did you have fun with your friends?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.

Ryomaru's face lit up as he recounted the day's events. He detailed his rap battle with B, their friends' reactions, and his delight in crafting quick-witted responses to B's verses. His ice-blue eyes danced with energy as he shared these moments, his excitement and happiness infectious.

Miori listened with rapt attention, her heart warmed by her son's animated recounting. Despite their precarious life situation, she was determined to give Ryomaru as much normalcy and joy as possible.

As he finished his narrative, Miori took a moment, her eyes softening further. She knew their reality was far from ideal, but in these fleeting moments of mother-son bonding, she found solace.

Ryomaru's smile widened, his young face glowing under his mother's praise. His mature intellect seemed to dance in his sparkling eyes, a maturity unusual for his age but a testament to his strength and resilience.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they started their descent from the hill, their safe haven. Miori always made it a point to create an atmosphere where Ryomaru could express himself freely, a sanctuary of sorts where their bond strengthened further.

Inside their modest home, Miori was engrossed in preparing dinner. The delicious aroma wafting from the stove filled the room, creating a cozy, welcoming atmosphere. She glanced up as the door creaked open, her heart immediately lighting up at the sight of Ryomaru, his face a picture of eagerness.

"Hey, Mum," Ryomaru chirped, padding into the kitchen. His ice-blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, "What are we having tonight?"

"Your favorite, Ryo," she smiled warmly, "Miso soup with rice and grilled fish." His face brightened at her words, excitement evident in his wide grin.

"Cool! Can I help?" he asked, moving closer to her side.

Miori's heart swelled at his enthusiasm. "Of course, sweetheart. You can help me set the table."

As Ryomaru diligently set the table, Miori watched him fondly. His serious expression as he painstakingly arranged each utensil was endearing. His concentration, his attentiveness, reminded her of the wonderful blend of innocence and maturity he embodied. She watched as he placed each dish, each chopstick with careful precision, his lips set in a determined line.

"Dinner's ready, Ryo," Miori announced, stirring him from his meticulous task.

The dinner was a comforting event, filled with laughter and stories. Miori listened intently as Ryomaru animatedly shared tales from his day. His ice-blue eyes danced with excitement, his voice rising and falling with the rhythm of his narrative. She basked in the sound of his laughter, the sincerity of his smile.

As Ryomaru was narrating a particularly amusing incident, Miori interrupted him. "Ryo, you've rice on your cheek," she chuckled, reaching out to wipe it off with her thumb.

Ryomaru blushed slightly at the interruption, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Mum," he said, his tone warm. Miori returned his smile, her love for him as clear as day in her gaze.

Once the dinner was finished, Miori insisted on handling the cleanup, but Ryomaru was adamant about helping. "We're a team, remember, Mum?" he said, his tone so earnest that Miori couldn't resist.

They moved in perfect sync, their actions almost choreographed - Ryomaru washed the dishes, while Miori dried and put them away. Their comfortable silence was punctuated by the occasional shared grin or chuckle over a splashing of water or the clinking of dishes.

After the cleanup, they settled in the living room. Miori had brought out a book of riddles that they enjoyed solving together. As Ryomaru read aloud a particularly challenging one, Miori listened attentively, trying to solve it.

"But Mum, the answer is quite simple!" Ryomaru exclaimed after a while, his face a mixture of amusement and surprise.

Miori laughed heartily, "Well then, Master Riddle-solver, what is the answer?"

Ryomaru's face split into a triumphant grin as he revealed the answer. Miori clapped in appreciation, ruffling his hair lovingly. "You're getting really good at this, Ryo."

His ice-blue eyes glowed with happiness, basking in the warmth of his mother's praise. For Miori, these were the moments she treasured the most - the simple, heartwarming instances of pure, uninhibited love between a mother and her son.

As the night descended, they shifted to Miori's favorite part of the day - storytime. She had an old, worn-out book of legends from different shinobi clans that Ryomaru loved. She would read, and Ryomaru would listen with rapt attention, often interrupting with insightful questions or excited exclamations. The tales were filled with valor, wisdom, and lessons of kinship - values that Miori held close to her heart and hoped Ryomaru would embody.

As the shadows of the night drew in, Miori and Ryomaru found themselves nestled in a cocoon of comforting softness, their favored reading nook within their modest home. An aged book lay in Miori's hands, its edges worn, the pages carrying the scent of many evenings spent in shared enjoyment.

"Alright, Ryo, it's time to close our eyes," Miori announced softly, the mellow glow of the lamplight casting a warm hue on her face.

"Already?" Ryomaru whined, his reluctance making Miori chuckle. His youthful spirit, combined with the thirst for knowledge, made such moments bittersweet.

"Yes, it's time," Miori confirmed, her voice carrying a note of finality but laced with the warmth of affection.

She moved the book to the side, her eyes meeting the bright gaze of her son. His ice-blue eyes, filled with a playful stubbornness, sparkled under the soft light, causing Miori's heart to flutter.

"Can't we read another legend?" Ryomaru pleaded, his innocent request pulling at her heartstrings.

"Tomorrow, Ryo," she assured him, a tender smile playing on her lips. "There are many more legends to explore."

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