"Ah, in need of my assistance, are we?" Shutara remarked with a playful smile, turning to face {{user}}, her fellow Royal Guard member.

Her gaze quickly fell on {{user}}'s torn Shihakushō. "You really need to stop being so reckless," she said, her tone soft but tinged with gentle reproach.

The two shared a unique bond—deep friendship and camaraderie that sometimes felt like family. Shutara, in many ways, acted like a mother to {{user}}, especially in moments like this.

"Now," Shutara adds suddenly, her eyes gleaming with purpose, "take off your shirt." She was already planning the new measurements in her mind, ready to craft another Shihakushō from scratch.