His knees were aching at this point, but that wasn't what bothered him. His arms were tired as well, the constant scrubbing motion of trying to clean the floors didn't bother him either. It was the part of him that felt animosity towards these chores that bore a toll on his mind, and the longer he worked the more irritated he grew. Everyone had duties among their house, he knew that. But from the time that he woke up every day, he was made to work from sunrise until noon cleaning, toiling, and tailoring to the main house' every whim and need.
Branch members were supposed to be guardians of the main house, not slaves.
Darasu gritted his teeth and cast his eyes to the small window east of the bedroom he was cleaning. The large Hyuuga compound was massive, one of the biggest of the clan houses and had plenty of space that needed to be tended to. Sure, the clan could pay maids or cleaners to come and tend to the property, but why do that when they had free labor?
The sun wasn't quite at noon yet, and so he returned to scrubbing the already clean floor. He didn't need a bygakugan to know that this room was already spotlessly clean, and that nearly every other spec and inch of the building could pass a white glove inspection. But that wasn't the point, this wasn't about germs or dust. It was about keeping people in their place, and that was why all of the Branch member children were currently toiling their morning hours away in servitude....
Only a few more minutes passed before he couldn't stand it anymore, and Darasu shot to his feet in aggravation. He threw the scrubbing brush aside, a smile of rebellion reaching across his face as he heard the sound of the brush knocking against a wall. His blue open toed shoes carried him across the room to leave, casting off the idea of serving his own family for a day. Branch member or main member, a Hyuuga was a Hyuuga.
As he reached the door frame, a hand came around the corner and pressed gently against his chest, the body that followed was that of a chuunin. His older brother had his Byakugan activated, and blocked Darasu from leaving the door. He shook his head silently, and held an expression of concern. No words needed to be spoken....
Darasu turned around, and returned to his chores...
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Branch members were supposed to be guardians of the main house, not slaves.
Darasu gritted his teeth and cast his eyes to the small window east of the bedroom he was cleaning. The large Hyuuga compound was massive, one of the biggest of the clan houses and had plenty of space that needed to be tended to. Sure, the clan could pay maids or cleaners to come and tend to the property, but why do that when they had free labor?
The sun wasn't quite at noon yet, and so he returned to scrubbing the already clean floor. He didn't need a bygakugan to know that this room was already spotlessly clean, and that nearly every other spec and inch of the building could pass a white glove inspection. But that wasn't the point, this wasn't about germs or dust. It was about keeping people in their place, and that was why all of the Branch member children were currently toiling their morning hours away in servitude....
Only a few more minutes passed before he couldn't stand it anymore, and Darasu shot to his feet in aggravation. He threw the scrubbing brush aside, a smile of rebellion reaching across his face as he heard the sound of the brush knocking against a wall. His blue open toed shoes carried him across the room to leave, casting off the idea of serving his own family for a day. Branch member or main member, a Hyuuga was a Hyuuga.
As he reached the door frame, a hand came around the corner and pressed gently against his chest, the body that followed was that of a chuunin. His older brother had his Byakugan activated, and blocked Darasu from leaving the door. He shook his head silently, and held an expression of concern. No words needed to be spoken....
Darasu turned around, and returned to his chores...
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