Quiet. The young woman was so quiet. Kami wasn't really sure what to do. She wasn't used to being the responsible one- the one in charge. No. Kami was used to fluttering around at her mother's and her late father's, may he rest in peace, commands. Even as she volunteered at the hospital, she was always running around on assignments given to her by her mother. Even at this moment, Kami was considering whisking Shira off and handing her over to her mother. The only problem with that was Shira didn't seem like the medical ninjustu type. No, at this moment, Kami wanted to focus on that sword. Was it taller than her..? Quite possibly. She nodded along as Shira started to explain her strength. Not overly strong but strong enough to use the weapon. "You have to be strong. I'd have to like drag that around and I'd still probably destroy my back." Shira could downplay her strength, but Kami was going to be adamant on her opinion. No normal amount of strength could lift that.

"Let me try." Kami insisted, holding her hands out to take the sword. If her not-so-little genin thought she wasn't that much stronger than normal people, Kami was going to prove her otherwise. "You were around during the Resistance." Kami stated, because she knew Shira was too old to have missed the whole event. Even Kami herself was way too old. It was still weird to think about babies being born that'd be apart of the new generation. There was going to be a generate not completely ignorant about the Resistance but not understand the true horrors of war. "So you know that you need to be confident in your abilities. Never attempt to a weakness, not even to me. I'll notice any weakness you have... that's my job. You never know who you can trust or who can be listening." Kami titled her head to the side, wiggling her fingers as she awaited to be handed the sword. "Who knows what the future can bring, you know? Sai's own family helped bring him down. One second I could be your teacher, your best friend and the nice I could be the very person slicing your throat."

Kami tried to smile, but it was a pretty pathetic attempt. She wasn't someone who smiled a lot. She wasn't depressed or normally sad. But Kami thought smiles were important; they weren't something you should give away freely. A smile was precious. It was more valuable than a diamond, but... Kami decided Shira needed one. She needed some encouragement, and maybe some reassurance that although Kami was surprised with the genin she was given that she wasn't any less excited. Since Shira had stated her weakness though, Kami was sure that was the first thing they could practice. Shira needed to build up or even define her muscles. Kami needed to get the the point where the sword was simply an extension of Shira's arm. Being able to to handle the weight was one thing, but that wasn't enough. 

Then Shira started to ramble about honor and titles. And, honestly, Kami wasn't impressed. "A title is nothing. Honor is nothing." She said brusquely, shrugging. Personally, she believed only in family. Kami didn't need such a senseless thing as honor or an impressive title. She could be stoned to death or even have everyone avoid her like the plague as long as her friends and family were all safe. Besides, the way Shira stated her whole belief was... ridiculous. "Is that why you're learning how to use that monstrosity? You can okay with a sword, probably even pretty good with such reasons. But you'll never be amazing or flawless if you aren't at learning how to use it for yourself at least a little bit." She wasn't being mean or even inspirational. Kami just knew that if the sword didn't make Shira happy, that if she didn't enjoy using the weapon, there was really no point.

Again, Kami made grabby hands. "So, like me see it."