Kami turned around as her name was called, roasted chestnut falling right out of her mouth. "Wha..?" She asked while quickly down at the bag of roasted chestnuts in her hands. Her [i]free[/i] bag of roasted chestnuts. The good thing about getting a cute, little genin to look after was the excuses it provided. Say like she could totally tell the owner of Amaguriama that she required free bags of roasted chestnuts for super important ninja stuff. She had went on a very long rant about how she needed them to have energy to train a genin and genin were the future of Konoha. After that, she had basically harassed the owner with paranoia until she was given the okay to eat all the roasted chestnuts her heart desired. She had made sure to thank the owner though.

Except, free chestnuts weren't the current concern. No, what was important was the fact that someone older than Kami was acting like- No! Where was her cute, little genin? Where were the baby cheeks she could pinch? No one would ever believe the whole 'you-need-to-give-this-to-me-I'm-training-Konoha's future' speech if Kami insisted that the young woman standing in front of her was her student. Kami could feel all the color draining from her face. She couldn't this. There was no way she could critic someone older than her! How could she..? She shifted her weight from foot-to-foot. Kami was going to have to yell at this young woman, possibly make her cry, and injure her for the sake of learning. Kami couldn't harm an adult... Gosh, her mother would have her head for that!

So, after gawking at Shira for a pregnant three minutes, Kami forced herself to say something. Anything. She could say anything to Shira right now and be okay with it. What if being too silent scared the genin off? Kami probably would never get another student again. "You smell like ramen," Kami blurted. She let out a sigh of relief as her hand covered her racing heart. Now that the situation was under control, she allowed herself to probably analyze her student. The sword was the first object that caught her attention. "You're strong then?" She asked nonchalantly, returning to stuffing her mouth with the roasted chestnuts. The sword was massive. Kami doubted even she, herself, would be able to lift it. If she could, she'd be able to preform wicked surgeries. Actually... it'd probably be good training and bonding to tell Shira exactly where to cut. Except, that whole idea was probably illegal or something.