After the Full Moon

The rest of the night was quiet at the Chikamori residence, however down at the family graveyard, Molly was hanging out frequenting her husband Satoshi's grave, wondering if he was going to come out to haunt with her on the full-moon.

The green haze was still there when they woke up early in the morning. Kyla and Greta noticed it still. And that green haze wouldn't go away until after the moon set in the morning.

Kyla had to get the milk in the morning from the cows and then deal with the gardening.

Evidently, Yasunobu made his way out from the family graveyard to the market where he used to go in real life.

After showering from the work in the garden, Kyla prepped some more food and Haruo spent some time pondering about what book to read next.

Since Kyla was unable to plant the more advanced plants, it fell to Haruo to do that since Braden was at work.

Then once he was done, he went inside to go play pool with River.

Evidently the elevator doors got Kyla again.

...and night descended once again on the property without the greenish hue effects. At least tonight would be quiet.

In the morning Colin and Karina ate and then played chess to up their logic skillset before they headed off to military school. Of course in the military school, it's a seven day a week stint. No rest in lieu of military discipline.

While the kids were undergoing torturous indoctrination in discipline, deportment, adherence to military protocol and attire; Grandpa Haruo was fishing, Kyla was raking leaves and Grandma River was spending time painting.

Haruo opted to temporarily pause his fishing and head down to the apothecary to consign some jewels.

Braden worked on his physical fitness since he was flying fast jets and needed the muscles to be able to yank the stick when one was pulling six-plus Gs (positive or negative) in a knife-fight in a phonebooth. Let's just say that CF-18s pretty much offer the best workout in the course of dogfighting by wear and tear on the body, but you still have to be in top condition to be able to slam that stick around.

River was eyeing her easel and the resultant painting with a practiced eye that came from years of painting skill that translated into the ease at which she held her brush.

The kids when they got home from military school headed straight to the chemistry table. I start to worry about them and their affinity to dangerous chemicals.