Mister Doudanuki, then. [Koumei ammended with a polite bob of his head-- addressing someone so informally just didn't feel right quite yet, even though they were sharing a roof.]

If any of my brothers were here, I'd suggest you fight them; they're more handy with a sword. My talents...aren't really meant for a battlefield.

[What he wasn't sharing was the fact that, while in technicality he did have some basic training, he shirked his swording classes so often that his cousins, uncle and father all gave up on the prospect of making a warrior out of Koumei.]