Blue eyes

Chapter 2: Welcome home

The story starts on season 1 episode 8 Never Say, Xever. I do not own Tmnt but enjoy it.

-1 year later-

A young woman of 15 years old is exiting the airport with her bag on her back and an excited smile on her face. She has grown physically and mentally over months of training under the elders. The Ashura clan had taught her all she needs to know to maintain the tradition and pass down those teachings to new students willing to learn from her. Apart from the tradition, they pass down priceless weapons to (Y/n), she cherishes them and treats them with care. To (y/n) those were the most stressful months of her life. She had to learn new things every day and train with the elders who had years of experience to pass down. Luckily because of the force, they are today The Ashura clan has a well-known name which is enough to let (y/n) pass with these weapons in her bag freely through the airport. She stops, her eyes searching for a taxi.

"TAXI!" She pulled one over successfully. She got in the car the smell of pine hit her nose, she smiled at the driver. "Take Me to Murakami's, please". The driver nodded pushing his foot on the gas pedal. It was evening when she arrived in New York, her home city. She looked out the window staring at the lights of the city. Oh, how she missed them and the vibrance of the place. She smiled fiddling in her bag taking out her phone.

Y/n: Mother I just arrived back home, it's still as beautiful as ever, I'm gonna stop by Murakami's before I head to my apartment. ' - Send

You opened up a webtoon and read the most recent updates you also played a few games on your phone for the rest of the ride. When the Car stopped you looked through the window to see it was night time and upon seeing Murakami's restaurant it became nostalgic for you. You exited the car tipping the driver and went inside.

"Mr.Murakami one ramen order please!" You announced your presence to the chef. He came out of the kitchen his lips agape.

" Y/N is that really you?!"

" Yep, yours truly in the flesh Murakami-san" you walked up to the old man and gave him a hug. Sure you missed the food but this restaurant wouldn't be the same without him. "I'm back, and I'm ready to taste any new creations you have!" you proclaimed joyously.

He smiled while patting your back. "Very well Y/n anything you eat tonight is on me". He walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"Thank you!" You laughed a little happy to be back and ready to dine into Murakami's legendary food. You were also glad he didn't try to find out where you've been all this time. You can't exactly tell anyone you went to Japan to train and learn an almost extinct tradition. Who knows what the wrong people would do if they find out I was the last of the Ashura clan.

You sat down at the table closest to the kitchen and almost instantly you could smell aromas of spices and meats come from the kitchen. Your mouth was watery and your throat dry from the scents invading your nostrils, you could practically taste whatever he was cooking. A few minutes later he came out with a bowl of ramen and a plate with gyoza, but your nose told you these weren't normal gyoza. You thanked Murakami bowing your head a little to express your gratitude. You grabbed the chopsticks next to your food. "Itadakimassuu!" You plopped gyoza in your mouth still piping hot you blew air through your mouth trying to cool it down. "hoo hot hot hot", once it cooled down you bit into it and a familiar flavor burst in your mouth. You were silent as you chewed and swallowed the gyoza. Mr. Murakami close by listening to your reaction. "M- Murakami-san how did you combine Italian and Japanese cuisine, this tastes amazing. It reminds me of pizza but more refined like all the flavor of pizza in a little pocket bomb." You placed another gyoza in your mouth enjoying the taste and appreciating this masterpiece.