In the end, the entire ninja world was basically divided into those two camps - Those who specialized in precision and accuracy, and those who specialized in overkill and going overboard with everything they did. It was like introversion versus extroversion, inwards versus outwards. It was always going to be equal-odds about whether or not you would be able to mesh with someone like that.
That said, had they been in the same general camp, Sho would have had absolutely no hesitation in teaching her something impressive. It was true that Kirigakure and Kumogakure had never historically been on the same side, but it had been over two decades since the last conflict had actually broken out. Maybe Sho was merely uncharacteristically optimistic but it seemed unlikely that another one would break out, and even if it did? There was no way one jutsu would make the difference should the two of them come to blows in some future hypothetical war.
Or maybe he was just overconfident in his own talents and abilities.
Either way, though he could not see the way that her eyes lit up, he was able to feel it in the way her heartbeat seemed to accelerate. She was clearly happy to hear his option, something she would go on to explain herself not a moment later.
"Getting less out of this deal?" Sho said, his tone a little curious. Was this a deal? He thought he was just pitching in to help someone who was clearly giving their all. It wasn't like he was expecting to get paid. Even so, there was something in the way that she phrased it that made him more than a little confused.
As far as Sho was concerned, this wasn't a deal at all. Someone wanted help and he had the ability to help, so he was going to help. It was literally as simple as that, regardless of clan affiliation or village loyalties. If he had wanted to, he could have gone to Azakaya's clinic and volunteered to help there, he was sure some other kid had made the foolish mistake of abusing their chakra til they were empty. He was certain they would be happy to have him step in, but she was the one that he had found who needed help, so he was going to be helping them.
A wise man had once said that one could not help everyone, and Sho was more than familiar with that. He was no optimist or idealist, at least not consciously so. But it would be the height of foolishness not to pitch in when he could.
So, even as he's once again showered in the explosive jet of water that came from her technique, Sho moved around the girl's body, pressing one hand to each of her shoulder-blades. As he did so, he could feel the flow of chakra as he altered the flow of his movement, almost like grafting a limb of one tree onto another. His chakra's release was slow, steady, deliberately managed to ensure that the girl was able to get a bit at a time without risking her ripping through his own chakra as well as her own.
Even still, he could only imagine how strange it must feel having some foreign chakra brought into her system. He'd never had such a sensation himself, so he could only wonder if it felt good or if it felt like she was having needles pushed under her skin.