Kamui knew for the longest time that her grandson wasn't the biggest fan of the countryside. He was born and raised a city boy after all, so the lack of skyscrapers and neon lights just rubbed him the wrong way. He'd said as much, though the goddess ruler couldn't really care less. The country was calm and quiet and that what she preferred.
Besides, what rubbed her grandson the wrong way was irrelevant. He was staying with her over the summer as a punishment for his delinquent behavior and lackluster performance at school. It wasn't the first time her son had sent him her way to straighten him out and she was sure as shit that this wouldn't be the last time either.
The last time Ken stayed with her was two years ago during Winter break and her special method of discipline seemed to work for a time. After a while he would revert back to his old ways and get into some kind of trouble or cause some trouble himself. It was annoying to say the least and this Summer was the longest he'd be staying with her to date.
Kamui sighed before lifting her sleeve to check her watch. It shouldn't be too much longer now until he arrived on her front door. No doubt he'd been taking his sweet time coming to the house and looking out at the countryside that he couldn't stand. The fool she called a grandson should know by now that he was only delaying the inevitable.
Her thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside. She looked through a crack in her window to see Ken walking down the dirt path. It was much worse than she could've imagined. His slumped posture, his hands in his pockets, and that pompadour. He looked every bit like a stereotypical delinquent ripped right from the pages of a manga.
It irked her that he'd fallen so far from the last time she saw him. Whatever happened to the boy who kept his hair neatly combed and his posture ramrod straight? Was he on vacation? Good grief, she was going to have a lot of work to do. "Good grief."
She wasn't even going to wait for him to come knocking on her door. She walked over to the front door and slid it right open, slightly surprising him if the sudden blinking of his eyes was anything to go by. He looked visibly annoyed, and his body language matched his face. He didn't want to be here, and she didn't want him here under these circumstances.
Kamui had to look up to meet his gaze since she wasn't exactly the tallest. She'd been five even for as long as she could remember and although she could change that whenever she wanted, she didn't as it just felt natural to her. She also didn't look as old as she really was because of the godlike power at her fingertips.
"Ken." She spoke shortly.
"Gran." He spoke casually.
"Don't gran me, young man. You're here as a punishment so you'll refer to me as grandma Kamui or sensei. Am I understood?" She lightly scolded him. They'd been over this before and he knew the rules. When he was in trouble the nickname 'gran' was off the table.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He shrugged. His carefree disrespect earned him the narrowing of her eyes, a clear sign that her patients was starting to run thin. She had very little for disrespectful youths.
"It's been a long trip for you, so I'll forgive your disrespect this once but don't test me again." She stated firmly. It was then she took note of the suitcase he was wheeling and invited him to step inside. "Shoes by the front door and you know where the guest room is. I'll find some work for you to do later after you get settled in."
Ken muttered something under his breath that Kamui counted as strike two. She shut the front door and walked back into the living room to cuddle up with a good book. Hopefully Ken wouldn't take too long to settle in if he knew what was good for him. There was work to be done and lessons to be relearned.
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