Hatsuka was devoted to her mother's ambition to making their house it's own distinct clan. Her siblings also were striving for that goal as well. I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, think about it. Keisuke had married into the house and his children with you count for the clan and your house in particular. As a jonin, he can take 2 concubines. It is possible for him to build them a separate house. Him bringing in more children would be great for your numbers. They say you need only 12 active ninja to be a small clan. He's already given Kirime House 3 children. If he were to put that energy in some concubines and gets them up to genin rank or above, that would be your clan status right there. Especially if your siblings were to help out by having children too." I explained. Yuri and Yamato were currently unmarried. It was not like their mother was past child bearing age either. Hearing my words, I watched as she left the house right away. "I hope I didn't offend her." I said. He looked to where she left. "She is a nice person. Not thin-skinned. I don't know what happened." Keisuke told me.
We hung out for about an hour. Kurota and Shirota were going to be ninja in a year. While they had both wanted to be kunoichi, Kurota got some cold feet when he got in the room with Rin. Rin took pity on him and bottomed for him instead. Both were acceptable as Rin was a kunoichi. Kurota and Kei could both be shinobi. There was nothing wrong with it. Shirota was able to hold firm, even while coming down from a fever, and become a kunoichi. He was praised very highly by Hatsuka. Keisuke was secretly proud that yet another son became a shinobi. Being honest, he was born in the boonies. Kunoichi were largely reserved for women. He respected male kunoichi when a particular one was good at his position, but all of his personal view led him to highly encourage his 3 sons against it. When Kurota came to him after being there with Rin, he was upset. He let himself and his twin down. Keisuke had a real heart to heart chat and showered him with praise for not running all the way. Love bombing was weird, but the bond certainly got stronger. It worked for them. I was fine.
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