Hironori couldn't help but smile towards the sudden awed expression on Akito's face. It was almost as if something changed in him completely. He looked. . .well more comfortable. The male was truly a child of war, yet somehow, seeing him so comfortable as if he was home was quite adorable. The male stayed a little longer just to watch and then eyed him as he bowed. Eventually he would get out of those habits, but since it was hurting no one in particular, the 'proper' lessons could start later. "This home is now yours as well. You're free to go anywhere you please and stay as long as you like- except my parents room of course." He chuckled and stood straight.

At his admittance towards being a child of war, Hiro could only nod. "You shouldn't be ashamed of such a thing. It's who you are. Besides, if you weren't, you wouldn't be standing here in the palace." His eyes gazed over the room before resting on Hoko and Akito. "My father too claimed to be a child of war and here he is now." His arms crossed over his chest and he nodded once more. "Stay in here as long as you like. If you need anything or anyone don't hesitate to call for a servant. Surprisingly, they're never far away." He smiled at the idea of them popping out of nowhere. As a child, he thought that was exactly the case. Whenever he wanted something, as if on queue, there would be someone questioning what he needed. 

Hironori turned on his heel and wandered down the halls. A few servants carrying baskets paused to bow, and the prince gave a polite smile before gesturing them to continue their work. He continued to wander until he was once again met with Kaede. "Why do I always end up running into you?" He chuckled and she smiled. But that smile faded when she noticed Akito missing. Her arms crossed. Before she could question, he put his hands up defensively. "He wanted to stay in the training area, so I let him. I'm being nice don't worry. Not much company when he's nervous about everything." He nodded and then hurried off to his destination. The servant sighed and shook her head letting him leave. 

Hiro moved towards the back of the palace into a secluded room. This room lacked the carefully made drawings and designs. It was simply a plain room. Books piled on one side, against the wall. Only one stack seemed to be a bit disorganized, only because he had been using them previously. Against the opposite side, on a small shelf were different materials that he collected or created. There were some normal things like silver pieces, a preserved flower, or even a bird feather. Some of things weren't so common like a some only found near volcanic areas, or a jar that contained some light source that couldn't be seen. Walking in, he took a deep breath and smiled.

His magic practice was one of the things he enjoyed to a full extent. His father thought it was a little odd, but eventually warmed up to the idea. He was never in real danger, and he was only learning the basic elements so far. Practicing for some time, he managed to successfully master, in a sense, the element of fire and the element of light. He rubbed his hands together and concentrated. In moments, a small flame danced in his hands before disappearing once more. He figured, if anyone needed him, they could find him in the room.