"You used a medic's needle." Genma's echo was deadpan. "I'm not even going to ask what you were thinking. Obviously you have some special talent that lets you do serious enough damage to yourself with a single needle that you need your whole arm bandaged. I should just sit here in awe of your prowess." He was silent for half a second. "Fuck, I sound like Haruichi."

He poured tea, two steaming cups, and put bean cakes on the plates. "Fine, suit yourself. It's your back. You just trying to keep your pain level high enough this kids freaky genjutsu trick can't affect you even when he's not around? Musta been one hell of a jutsu." After another glance at Raidou, he kicked a zanbuton over from a stack next to the bed. "Here. Floor sitting's better for your back than that stool. I won't even make you sit seiza." To keep things even, he sat on the floor himself, even though his bruised back complained.