"...you've done well, all this time," Kiba placed a hand on Haru's shoulders, looking at the rest of the group. "Please, take as much rest as you want."
"Uncle, actually, it..." Haru hesitated, forcing a grin on his face. "It wasn't that hard after all."
Kiba looked at his nephew. This young man once stood as tall as his knee, and now, he was a full-fledged grown man.
However, no matter how he looked at Haru, he was still that young boy he knew. The one that stood only as tall as his knee.
Kiba reached his hand out, his wrinkles becoming apparent as he smiled, ruffling Haru's hair.
"No one said it was easy, Haru."
"...I know."
"Your father and your mother would have been very proud."
"..."
"Now, just leave the rest to this old uncle of yours."
Haru lifted his head up, seemingly touched.
Kiba continued smiling, patting his hand on Haru's shoulder before he turned to face the crowd of people. They were all gathered at the docks, upon hearing the news of their lord's victory.