Everyday for ten years, Kami pondered as she was tugged forward by the mere weight of the weapon. How much did it weight? There were lot's of questions running through Kami's mind. There were so many possibilities on what to help train Shira with. But, besides weight lifting, there was something else Kami could see having Shira study. However, that was for later. At this moment, Kami wanted to focus on the weapon in her hands. Well, at least, Shira probably didn't have to worry about someone tying to steal her sword. Any inexperience, greedy-eyed person would barely be able to drag the behemoth. "That's dedication." It wasn't a compliment... not really. It was simple an observable fact. Nothing else but dedication could explain how someone could drag this weapon around for ten years.
Kami nodded along to Shira's splurge, but she was barely paying attention. The weapon was awesome and Kami, having been raised as a medical ninja, wanted to dissect every single piece of the sword until she knew every last detail, function, and flaw. Despite the fact she was barely listening to Shira, Kami heard what she needed. The purest death and Shira staying true to her beliefs. That was better than perfect; a beautiful melody to her ears. Kami couldn't bring herself to treat Shira completely like a student. She knew of the Warbringer Shira but she hadn't thought for a moment she'd be training her. Shira wasn't a child. She was a young woman, like Kami, who had experienced the Resistance first hand. If Shira could defend herself even to Kami, this definitely could be a good working relationship. "Good. It'd be absolutely silly if you agreed with me." Not that Kami thought her ideas were silly, but... A ninja shouldn't easily comply to whatever someone told them. That way led to boredom and boredom always lead to war.
"I serve the wounded." Kami pointed out brusquely. She had served the wounded, ill, and dying during the war. However, that responsibility wasn't anywhere near the level that Shira had to her clan. Despite Kami's mother's constant nagging and the biology books that had been ready to her as bedtime stories, Kami still had freedom. She could choose another pass and the only person she'd really be disappointing was her mother. Shira though.... Well, that had to be stressful. Kami went to sit down on the ground so she could actually look over the sword. It was pretty impressive. Kami could definitely buy the candy shop with it. "I'm done looking at it." Kami would have tried to hand the weapon back, but strength wasn't her strong point. She smirked at the owner of the shop before grabbing another bag of roasted chestnuts. "Thanks~"
Almost as if an afterthought, Kami looked back over at Shira. The smirk was still firmly in place. "So, how much do you know about the human body?"
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