The shunpo is a surprise, as is Toushiro's youth. They've never met in person, so he's never had occasion to think about it: he's young. Would the top of his head even reach Cesar's chin if they were closer? More than this, should this kid really be out here on his own, where it's dangerous?

... Of course he should. He's clearly echoed back the skills and mind of a competent warrior, even if his body hasn't caught up yet. If this weren't such an urgent situation, Cesar would spare a moment to mourn the loss of this kid's teenaged years, since his future echoes will probably include the body and remaining memories of a fully grown adult. That's what's going to come next, right? He can't think of anything else that would accompany professional confidence like this.

{Thank you,} Cesar signs. Wait, is this guy going to understand him?

Not for the first time, Cesar regrets the loss of his voice. He signs anyway, watching the kid carefully for any sort of recognition.

{People are trapped. There were four more of those--} he points at the fallen dinosaur, {Back there.} He points back the way he came.