OK, that didn't seem to be useful advice. At least not from the dejected look on Kaito's face. "That's, um, not exactly what I meant," Genma backpedaled. "I mean like, be yourself, but fake being confident?"

That sounded stupid. Damn, he was shitty at this whole teaching thing; what he wouldn't give to have Amari-sensei still alive...

Kaito's insecurity seemed to be contagious.

Although it still wasn't the jutsu. Good thing, too, Genma thought, because he was far too run-down to fight off Kaito's bloodline limit right now. He eased a hand along his thigh, rubbing at another bruise there, where that sliver of a katana wound had bled and bled into the skin, under the influence of poison.

He had no idea what to do next.