Kaito's limit. Genma remembered his conversation from earlier that morning, and his guess--obviously quite wrong--that Natsumi must be a real stone butch to have taken it without flinching. He eyed her now, over his cup of tea. "I talked to him this morning, actually. When I'm working with him--training I mean--I have to break his jutsu's hold on me with a senbon. I wasn't sure I believed him when he said the woman he ran his mission with was immune to it."

Looking at Natsumi now, he was even less sure he believed it.

"From what he told me, it was a..." Torture. Rescue. An agent brought back home because Kaito had been able to activate his limit and convince the man he was safe. Genma let the heat of the teacup in his hand be his focus, instead of the ache of long-ago fractured fingers.

"Heard it was a hard mission." He dismissed the thought: what ANBU mission wasn't hard, really?

"I'm glad to hear he's good in the field. I take it you were mission leader, then? What'd you do to keep focused when he was activating his limit? If there's a trick, his other mission partners need to know it."