At least that never seemed to disappear. The other's confidence was an endless pool that more often than not brimmed and boiled over. Kija was hardly innocent of ridiculous amounts of over confidence and optimism, but their reasons for it often differed.
Except when it came to battle.
"True enough." He shifted a little more, but a sudden pain made him pause. Wincing, he grimaced and lifted a hand up to his stomach.
"Although it is not just your leg that is strong." Ouch. He pulled apart the front of the loose fitting kimono he wore, and stared down at his stomach. It looked like it might bruise. When the muscles in the aggravated area were pulled it was definitely tender. "I really should have been able to dodge, but my judgement and movements somehow felt off."