The Zyuohgers are with Yamato in his childhood home.
FFN I Ao3
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It was a huge weight off of Yamato's shoulders when he and his father were able to reconcile. He might not like to admit it to anyone, but he does treasure any and all connections he has, including that of his father.
"Oooh, Yamato, I didn't know you were this rich!" Leo exclaimed.
"It's not actually my money," Yamato shook his head. "This was where I lived before I ran away."
"You sure lived a comfortable life." Amu wistfully added.
"But circumstances lead to you living with your uncle." Tusk surmised.
"I don't think I can stomach choosing not to go home without reconciling with my family." Sela offered.
"I can appreciate a man with a principle in life." Leo nodded.
"It's all in the past," Yamato shook his head. "Dad and I have already reconciled about things."
"So we're meeting the man who you took after then?" Leo asked, enthused.
"One of the reasons, yes," Yamato nodded. "I'm also here to see if I can donate some of my old clothes."
Yamato brought his fellow Zyuohgers inside his old family home, both to meet his father, and gather some of his old things. There was a donation drive at the hospital his father was working for, for the Zyumans, and humans, who found themselves homeless due to the constant attacks by Genis's Deathgalien forces.
As they waited for Yamato's father to get home, the Zyumans looked around, curious about Yamato's old home.
"Still, where is Misao, he's pretty late, isn't he?" Leo voiced out.
"He said about getting his doctor a gift," Sela answered. "Last time was interrupted by Larry-san's curiosity on his The Gunrod and Zyuoh the Light."
"It really was curious how Misao gained Zyuman abilities without the Mark of the King," Tusk added. "How did Genis know that the cubes on Azauld's body came from the Earth?"
"He's been watching our fights, right?" Sela pointed out. "He could've figured it out by then as we had been using our cube animals to battle."
"We may never know, right?" Amu offered. "I mean we've destroyed Genis the Deathgaliens with him."
"Sorry for intruding," Someone's voice interrupted their train of thought.
The Zyuohgers looked at the entrance and was greeted by Misao, dressed in a gray suit and tie. With him was a paper bag.
"Micchan!" Yamato greeted. "Come in, Dad's not home yet." He beckoned for his friend to get inside the house.
"Yamato, I did not realize you were wealthy," Misao exclaimed as he walked inside the house. "I feel like my gift would be very small compared to the care he has given me." He slumped down on the floor and brought his knees to his chest.
"Ugh, there's that troublesome trait." Leo groaned.
Yamato simply rolled at the Lion Zyuman, who looked unapologetic, before turning his attention towards Misao.
"That couldn't be, Micchan." Yamato assured his fellow Zyuohger. "Dad appreciates any and all gifts he receives from his patients."
Yamato internally winced at the words he uttered. He and his father haven't really communicated all that much even when his mother was still alive. He couldn't really know how his father would react to Misao's gift.
He just hoped that he did not make the wrong assumption.
"A-are you sure?" Misao perked up.
Yamato nodded.
"I hope he likes the gift!" Misao stood up from his position on the floor.
"What did you get him anyway?" Leo asked.
"Last time, you said you were getting him some fish." Sela added.
"I just got him something that I think he would need as a doctor," Misao admitted. "But not exactly something he'd need for his profession."
"Need as a doctor but don't need as a profession?"
"I see, you did not buy him a coffee maker, did you?" Yamato winced.
"No, why?"
"Dad's never been a fan of coffee," Yamato admitted. "That's a relief." He sighed.
"Yamato? Are you here?"
Yamato rushed to the entrance.
"Okaeri, Tou-san."
"Tadaima, Yamato."
"Tadaima, Tou-san."
"Okaeri, Yamato."
The father and son hugged each other tightly, years of deep resentment one had for the other, all for simple misunderstanding, it was about time the two of them had shared a hug.
The Zyumans in the house, and Misao, looked at the father-son pair with a smile on their faces. They were happy for Yamato, that he had reunited and reconciled with his father after everything that has happened.
"Dad, these are my friends."
Yamato introduced his fellow Zyuohgers to his father, with the context that he met them when he had wandered into Zyuland.
"This is Mondo Misao, he's Zyuoh The World."
"Kazakiri-sensei, thank you for restoring me back to health." Misao bowed at his attending doctor. "I hope you like the gift I bought for you." He offered the paper bag he had with him earlier.
Kageyuki placed the paper bag on top of a nearby end table and retrieved a small black box from it. He opened the box and was greeted by the sight of a black power bank.
"Thank you, Mondo-kun, this will surely help prolong my phone's battery," Kageyuki thanked his son's friend. "Especially considering I have broken three of my four power banks during those Deathgalien attacks."
"It's the least I can do for restoring me back to health even when I walked out of the hospital." Misao bowed.
"Still, you bought the most expensive brand of power banks out there," Kageyuki was amazed. "Are you sure I can have it, this must-have cost a fortune?"
"It's nothing," Misao smiled.
"Right, how do you afford these, Micchan?" Yamato asked. "I mean you bought my uncle a high-quality whetstone for Christmas."
"I make plush toys for a living," Misao admitted. "I get commissioned to make plush toys by some company and they pay me as soon as I give them the product."
"Well that's a given, your plush toys are so cute," Amu squealed. "I want a plush toy for everyone too."
"R-really?"
"Those were cute." Leo nodded. "I want one of the others too."
Everyone descended into chaos, talking about Misao's cute plush toys and how he makes a living out of it and about how they each want the entire team set with them.
"You earned yourself a good set of friends, son." Kageyuki praised. "Protect and cherish them."
"I will."
Kageyuki then gave his son a push towards his friends before nodding.
"Oi! I want one of the whole team too!" Yamato exclaimed.
"Then, I'll make one for each of us," Misao nodded, excited to make his friends some plush toys of themselves.
"Of course, we're paying you, Micchan," Yamato gave his friends a look. "Right, guys?"
"Y-yeah." Leo and the others reluctantly agreed.
"It's fine, Yamato." Misao shook his head. "It's for the team."
"Nope, we are paying." Yamato shook his head. "This is how you make a living and we won't be good friends if we will just mooch off of your talents."
"That does make sense," Tusk nodded. "Misao does make a living making those toys, it's only natural that we pay for his work and materials."
"I guess you're right." Amu pouted.
"Well then, I'll just give everyone a 70% discount." Misao nodded.
"Nope, we're paying the full price." Yamato shook his head.
"A-are you sure Yamato?" Misao gulped.
"Why? Did I say something wrong Micchan?"
Misao whispered something into Yamato's ear.
"Eeeeh?!" Sela exclaimed as Yamato gulped from what he had heard.
Misao simply nodded.
"Yamato, take the 70% discount!" Sela demanded. "In exchange, we'll help spread your work and the word around."
"I guess that's fine." Yamato sighed.
"What did you hear, Sela-chan?!" Amu questioned her friend.
"You don't want to know." Sela shook her head. "You really don't."
"I guess that makes sense," Yamato sighed again. "He did buy three, no, four sets of complete suits because each of them got ruined in the fight against the Deathgalien, a yukata during summer, not to mention uncle's whetstone and dad's power bank."
"I do make them by hand." Misao offered. "And the materials are expensive."
"What about the fishes you catch?" Leo asked. "What do you do with them?"
"I sell those too," Misao answered. "While I wait for the fish, I make some plush toys."
"You sure are resourceful, Misao-kun." Amu smiled.
Misao blushed at the compliment as Yamato's father brought some snacks and drinks for everyone to enjoy.
