Hattori knew Usagi was a capable warrior, he had seen it himself, first hand or paw. But there was always room for improvement and though the warrior had been maimed he knew it wouldn't affect his abilities in the long run, like it hadn't effected Hattori's either. His akita followed beside him, carrying the shoulder armour he'd had made for the warrior, the measurements were estimated, but this sort of design had straps and string to adjust it to the wearers' preference. Moving to the medical wing of the bamboo fortress, Hattori had no trouble finding Usagi as he rested, already well tended to by the pack's numerous healers. They looked after their own here, even minor injurers were tended to as though major.

"Usagi I have something for you." He said in place of greeting.

It was no surprise to anybody that Usagi’s defeat in the raid was a sour one. He did not dwell on such things of winning or loss - they meant little to him, really, in the wider scope of things. But losing to someone whom he’d beaten before - a reckless Pirate fool, no less - lingered in the back of his throat like some small particle of shame. He was well aware he was a capable warrior, though not arrogant in his abilities, he was collected, calm, and confident in his skills. But the fact that he hadn’t been able to avenge their previous spat tugged at the back of his mind still. Even as he laid in the medical den, besten and bruised, a lick of flame still remaijed lit in his chartreuse gaze. Determination, honed from the embers of the pure rage he’d unleashed against his mottled foe. He’d get better, faster, stronger. Because it was all he knew. Because it was guaranteed to produce results from the fruits of his labor. And he’d probsbly try and slice off that idiot’s ear next time they were to meet - if the Pirates were foolosh enough to traipse into the sanctity of their maze. His quiet musings were interrupted gently by rumbling footfalls, and his gaze lifted from the ground towards a surprising sight; his superior. He offered a dip of his head in greeting, tilting his head softly as he noticed Hattori’s dog carrying a set of shoulder-plate armor. Usagi I have something for you. Usagi was never the best at expressing thanks, but the glint in his eyes said enough between the two of them to know he was beyond honored. It was a great honor for him to be bestowed a piece he wasn’t sure he deserved - but such musings were swiftly swatted away as he looked up at the leader and replied with earnest, "Thank you, Hattori.” Assuming that the Akita was in view, he would notice the intricate, sharp edges of gold, a bit of red and black paneling in between to create a piece that matched his body and would surely adapt with the agility his combat style demanded. He was tempted to get up, and even attempted to do so, but the sharp aftershocks and throbbing of his missing digit kept him from doing much more than propping himself on his elbows. ”Speech”  ’Thought’

Hattori did not expect nor demand a litany of thanks and gratitude, but Usagi's words were appreciated all the same and acknowledged with a shallow nod. He understood the fighter would need some time to adjust to his injury, but it would not affect him forever, Hattori's fighting capabilities had not been effected by the loss and he presumed the same could be said of Usagi. But he knew better than to push and demand, not everyone was quite so stubborn as he, forcing himself to do what he believed needed to be done, no matter the cost.

"When you are able, train and get used to the armour. It will take some adjustment, but it has been designed not to limit movement."

It was fortunate for the equally stoic hohei that his superior did not require a great show of thanks. It was gratitude enough that he’d done his job in defending their pack, even if they had to accept their individual losses. Still, as a whole, they did succeed; leaving the Pirates in the dust and empty-pawed. As serves them right. Still, there was always room for improvement - any capsble warrior knew this, and any capsble warrior would do their utmost to maintain their skill, if not achieve a higher level for it. He examined the shoulder plates Hattori’s companion carried, and couldn’t help but have a glimmer of admiration in his steely gaze. It was a truly magnificent piece of work. "It will serve me well, in spars and in battle." His best rendering of ‘I’ll use this gift forever’ that anyone would get. He shifted in his position, feeling the throbbing in his foot. The pain was temporary, of course, and the lack of one digit only further spurred him to get better. Next time he saw that calico bastard, he’d destroy him. Shoulder plates, sword and all. ”Speech”  ’Thought’

Hattori did not expect a grand show of appreciation, but he appreciated the subdued nature of it and knew Usagi would make the best of the gift offered. The Pirate raid had shown a lot of places where improvements needed to be made and Hattori certainly had thoughts on how things ought to be done. Certainly now with the Oaks territory they needed to patrol the lands in-between, make sure there were no gaps enemies or unwanted visitors could slip through unseen. Till then Usagi needed time to heal and reflect on what had happened, Hattori trusted that he would do what needed to be done, that he would learn from this as everyone else ought to. Even Hattori had things to consider, he wasn't special in that regard.

"If you need anything, tell me."