Kiri looked on with a grim look on his face, worried at the sudden change of events. But he couldn’t do anything. He felt guilty as he watched Junko accept the Homage’s offer to prove the former’s mettle through battle, and they both left. It didn’t change the fact that he had caused his adoptive father more trouble once more.
It was then that silence would pervade the room for a bit longer before finally he heard Hoshi’s voice. Indeed, the boy had grown, he could tell from the words he spoke, the mixture of anger and confusion, as well as desire to prove something. But he would not interrupt the other’s moment to express himself. It was the least that he could do– to listen to his words without looking away from the responsibility that he had to accept. Though a part of him wanted to correct the other about that certain incident in the forest– their first meeting being that it was Hoshi who jumped in and asked for it, when Kiri was more than interested to spar with Haji at that time– but he didn’t, settling his soul to calm down.
To be honest, though, he didn’t know how to respond to Hoshi. Apologies can only go a long way. And while he did owe him an explanation, he wondered if the other would accept it. “I don’t plan to be a walking disaster, but I don’t want to deny the existence of my brother either,” he said, looking back at Hoshi. Had this been that time with in the prison in Kumogakure, he would have looked up with defiant eyes at Hoshi, but this was not that time. It had been months since then, and he had promised Osuteno to change. “That’s why I’ll follow Junko in order to get better. But that is not an excuse and sorry can only go a long way. However, I did worry for you. But I couldn’t be there to see you. I had to leave.”
Then, he stood up from the bed and walked across the room, stopping just in front of Hoshi. Indeed, the boy has grown, no longer the shorty, though he was still taller than Hoshi. There was no tension in the air, nothing that seemed to want to spark a fight. His chakra was calm and he was thankful for it, in all honesty. Then, he raised a hand and placed it on Hoshi’s head.
“I’m glad that you’ve found your place,” said Kiri before letting down his hand once more. “That’s a rather dangerous bunch you’ve joined, but I think you’ll do fine.” Then he smiled and gave a short chuckle before adding. “Silly Hoshi. Why would I hate you? You’re the first person who didn’t cower at the sight of my beast. Even dared to fight it, though stupid as it was. And even now, after everything that has happened. Besides, as Junko’s son, you are now family I must keep.”
Turning around, Kiri would glance for a minute at Yuuto’s direction, considering the situation he was in, before moving back to settle on the bed. “As for the fight. It would seem I’m not allowed for a while. Unless someone is there to supervise. But I am quite interested at how you’ve grown. And I, too, must find my own path without the burden of the curse.”
It was then that silence would pervade the room for a bit longer before finally he heard Hoshi’s voice. Indeed, the boy had grown, he could tell from the words he spoke, the mixture of anger and confusion, as well as desire to prove something. But he would not interrupt the other’s moment to express himself. It was the least that he could do– to listen to his words without looking away from the responsibility that he had to accept. Though a part of him wanted to correct the other about that certain incident in the forest– their first meeting being that it was Hoshi who jumped in and asked for it, when Kiri was more than interested to spar with Haji at that time– but he didn’t, settling his soul to calm down.
To be honest, though, he didn’t know how to respond to Hoshi. Apologies can only go a long way. And while he did owe him an explanation, he wondered if the other would accept it. “I don’t plan to be a walking disaster, but I don’t want to deny the existence of my brother either,” he said, looking back at Hoshi. Had this been that time with in the prison in Kumogakure, he would have looked up with defiant eyes at Hoshi, but this was not that time. It had been months since then, and he had promised Osuteno to change. “That’s why I’ll follow Junko in order to get better. But that is not an excuse and sorry can only go a long way. However, I did worry for you. But I couldn’t be there to see you. I had to leave.”
Then, he stood up from the bed and walked across the room, stopping just in front of Hoshi. Indeed, the boy has grown, no longer the shorty, though he was still taller than Hoshi. There was no tension in the air, nothing that seemed to want to spark a fight. His chakra was calm and he was thankful for it, in all honesty. Then, he raised a hand and placed it on Hoshi’s head.
“I’m glad that you’ve found your place,” said Kiri before letting down his hand once more. “That’s a rather dangerous bunch you’ve joined, but I think you’ll do fine.” Then he smiled and gave a short chuckle before adding. “Silly Hoshi. Why would I hate you? You’re the first person who didn’t cower at the sight of my beast. Even dared to fight it, though stupid as it was. And even now, after everything that has happened. Besides, as Junko’s son, you are now family I must keep.”
Turning around, Kiri would glance for a minute at Yuuto’s direction, considering the situation he was in, before moving back to settle on the bed. “As for the fight. It would seem I’m not allowed for a while. Unless someone is there to supervise. But I am quite interested at how you’ve grown. And I, too, must find my own path without the burden of the curse.”