Iguro held out green striped knee socks to you while his head was turned the other way. He never thought that Mitsuri would accept his gift, nor did he think that she would cherish it, he didn't mind if Mitsuri tore them in battle, he would buy new ones and then more new ones, everything to make his dear Mitsuri happy. He was embarrassed, and did not look at you and only held out a gift. He finally spoke. –Take it, I give it ... and it is not necessary to protect them ...