Fugaku watched the little calico. His own were nondescript tabbies with varying degrees of white markings on their chests and paws. The forehead protector the girl was wearing surprised Fugaku a little. The girl must be older than her size suggested--or she was highly skilled.

Fugaku looked back at the rain as the girl spoke. "It is my wife's garden, but it will make planting the bulbs easier." Fugaku couldn't grow a plant to save his life. "I apologize for not introducing myself. I am Uchiha Fugaku."