In those moments, it became rather clear to Shirai the situation. He didn't have much of anything to return to. He was a soldier now because he was trying to figure the rest of that shit out. Taking the liberty to really listen and try to understand him, she found herself thinking about that. How he wanted to find his place. Fix his parent's house. She thought of her own parents, and with it, how he wanted to belong. Feel a sense of identity. She seemed to deeply muse; even more so when he brought out his siblings in poofs of smoke.
Two wolves. Ino and Oki.
Some might call it sad and pitiful. Though Shirai didn't. If anything, she held a great sense of admiration that this Genin found something to cling onto. To treasure and really cherish. "Yamatsu." She says the name, and with it, she slowly steps forth. Before leaning atop his head. "I can tell you got a lot to think about. And it's clear you feel kind of lost. Surrounded by tons of people, but feeling like nobody gets you. Yeah?" She runs her hand along his scalp, and with it, she gives a soft huff, before shuffling around in her suit, before handing him a slip of paper. Rising up, she crouches down to get on eye level. Ultimately, Shirai could feel for the youth.
A blank check. "Find out how much it costs to fix your folk's place. And write any number you need to take care of it. I'll cover it." She says, with a softness to her tone. "Nobody was meant to be alone in this world. And if you ever need someone to talk to? Work with? I'm here." Because in a way, she supposed that he could have been her son in a way. As she thought about the children that she'd lost in the plague. Her brothers since come and gone.
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