Kai looked up at his sensei. His eyes were bright with unshed tears. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember the last time he cried, even as a child. And upon looking at the old man, he was struck at how … old … he really was. Old … and tired … even sad. As if the weight of the years of his life and his deeds are catching up on him, making him frail - and mortal. “I think you two will do well together, Kai,” the old man suddenly spoke in reassuring, grandfatherly tones, a voice that no one in the Yamanoha clan has heard before. And would, most likely, never believe if they had not heard it from Master Gorō himself … “Do you think so, Master Gorō? Aren’t the shinobi of our clan forbidden to take wives or partners?” Kai asked.

