Was it such a bad thing to not recognize a name? The man who sat before Karurosu did not believe so, after all. He thought a man was measured not by what family name he held, but his individual achievements that relied on his own strengths rather than the strengths of any other. That being said, he had been a man who strove to climb the tallest mountain or drop down to the lowest point of the earth to find something of worth that he could use in his misadventures here on Earth. Now, would he find glory in that? He hoped not. After all, he aspired to find more gore than glory. Though they did seem to go hand in hand seamlessly. Leaning on one hand as he watched her with his turquoise eyes, he would give a bit of a hum now. What to do for the young now-woman before him? He thought that anonymity was the best thing that could happen for her at this point, lest he-she-it be deemed some sort of freak.
"I'd like to call you Kari, the name Karu is too masculine. And it's just a very slight change, one vowel to another." He would state with an unconscious nod of his head. "And unfortunately, your body is a fair flower, yet strong. Very feminine." He would reach forward, attempting to take a hold of one long red strand, feeling the soft texture between his thumb and index finger. "I insist on keeping you safe while you build up your strength. I'll be your protector, and I will not let anyone bring you any kind of harm. That much I can promise as a Medical Chief of this village." No one would be able to break the wall that he was anyways. Hrm. . .