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Genichiro took another sip of the warmed sake and desperately wished it was enough to get him drunk.
Meeting Wolf early, befriending him. It had sounded like a logical course of action. Get to him even before he was sworn the Divine Heir, weaken the chains that Owl had him leashed with. Wolf was worth an army of trained soldiers, even a fraction of his loyalty would be worth any distaste of working with the shinobi that had killed him so many times.
Somehow, he could not have predicted this.
Well, he could have. Maybe.
Had he stopped to consider what Wolf’s childhood was like, perhaps he would have realized the cost of showing even the slightest bit of affection. Of forcibly soft smiles and softer touches.
If he had perhaps stopped to consider that Isshin would take an interest in the Shinobi early…
Well, it was done now.
Wolf had his loyalty firmly tied to Ashina. Isshin’s hand held his collar, leash unclipped and cast aside. Apparently fucking them both was deemed enough of a tie to loyalty. Memories of his unshaking loyalty to the boy had driven Genichiro to send Emma to collect the Divine Heir, despite still only being a few months old. There would be no chance for a future looming threat to shake the foundations that were still establishing themselves.
If nothing else, it would ensure that Owl did not get his hands on the boy’s Divine Blood.
It would be worth it, Genichiro assured himself. When the Ministry came sniffing at their borders, Wolf would be there to greet them with unsheathed katana. Sharing his bed, leaving his back and neck exposed to the shinobi that had once sliced through them, it did not matter so long as ten, twenty, a hundred years from now, Ashina stood as strong and proud as it did today.