[x] Be struck speechless for a moment.
[x] Express deepest respect and gratitude.
[x] Hug Mom
[x] If not inappropriate, cry.
[x] Make sure she gets to see us wearing the armor at least once before either of us leaves Kyuden Hida
I'll note that much of this would be considered dishonorable if done in public or around strangers… But you're not, so here we go.
Your jaw drops. Your mother… your mother has created Kaiu Armor for you. Something so masterfully crafted could not be anything less. The Armor is simply too perfect.
She must have spent months on this. You know from listening to your mother speak that to create such Armor as Kaiu Plate, one must focus intensely for hours at a time on the smallest of details. Every imperfection must be found and corrected, every angle considered to offer maximum protection. The smiths who made such armor put their hearts and souls into them, almost imbuing the metal with their spirit. It is grueling, painstaking work.
You cannot help the tears that form in your vision as you look at your mother. She seems more composed than you are, but you can see a little wetness as the edges of her own eyes. It is unseemly for Samurai to display their feelings openly, but you are not in public now. There is no one here but you and your mother.
You rush forward and wrap your mother into a hug. The woman gives a startled cry, but quickly returns the embrace. You bury your head in her shoulder, rocking back and forth.
"Thank you," you whisper. "I… I don't have the words to express my gratitude for this."
"You don't need to say anything," your mother says, stroking your back with one hand. "I know."
"Perhaps it is not completely in line with Bushido," your father says from the door. You look back at him, and see he has closed the room off from the hall. "But we are Crab, and take certain liberties by necessity. So I will make myself clear to you, Sosuke. We could not be more proud of you."
You can feel fresh tears welling up again, and your father smiles at you. He steps forward and joins your mother in hugging you. You all stay that way for some time, just enjoying each other's presence.
You are taller than both of them, but at that moment you feel like a child again. You remember sitting on your father's lap as he regaled you with stories of great deeds, and of looking in on your mother as she worked the forge. And it is at this moment you realize you have not seen your parents much this last year, and you will not see them again for many more months to come.
Such is the burden of duty.
Finally, after several minutes, your parents break away. You breathe deeply, mostly recovered from your outburst of emotion. Even still, your heart is beating just a little bit faster as your father picks up the breastplate of your new armor.
"Come," he says. "Let's see it on you at least once before you leave tomorrow."
You stand perfectly still as your mother and father place your armor upon you. First comes the breastplate, then the shoulder guards. After that is the gauntlets, and then the greaves. Finally rests the belt where the groin and side guards are located, as well as where your Daisho will be placed once you travel forth.
The weight of the armor is familiar, not much greater at all than the set you have worn for the last several years. It is not the amount of material that makes this armor so much stronger, but how it was designed and built. It will weather blows far more effectively than your old armor, and will deflect attacks much more readily. You are garbed in protection fit for a general, though it is without ornament or decoration save for your Clan and Family Mon set upon its front and back.
But it doesn't need to have any fancy decoration to show to all its greatness. You know it is great, and that is all that matters. If the rest of the world cannot see it, then you are not to blame for their blindness.
"It looks good on you," your father says, grinning. "As I knew it would."
"Of course it looks good on him," your mother says, playfully hitting your father on the arm. "I built it. I would not garb my son in anything less than my best effort."
"Of course, dear," your father says hastily, but you know there is no real heat behind their banter.
"Mother… Father…" you begin, searching for words to express how you feel. Failing that, you bow to them. "Thank you both so much."
"You don't need to thank us, Sosuke," your mother says. "Just live, and bring honor to the Clan."
"We can ask for no more than that," your father says. "And always know, my son, that we love you."
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