Not too far away, he heard a kid crying. Looking up at the sound, the man spotted the kid. There was a boy on the ground with a cut on good knee. "What happened, little one?" Ryoku asked as he approached.
"I-I fell!" The boy cried, pointing at his knee. The young man cliches next to the kid, his hand already glowing green. The mystical Palm was a bit more advanced than the weaker chakra palm, but Ryoku preferred it more. The cut began to slowly heal up, before vanishing completely.
"There you go, all better now!" Ryoku replied warmly. The kid ran off, thanking him for the help. The fond smile on his face became melancholy. Ryoku knew he'd never have kids like that. He walked on.