[Koumei actually ducked for this one-- and dispersed his Djinn Equip so he could offer Doudanuki something that vaguely resembled even ground.]

Actually, [he muttered, irritable now.] I was born with a weak body that never stood up to any kind of physical activity. Even jogging outside in the sun was enough to make me pass out, and not even the ripened peaches on the trees in the courtyard was enough to recover for.

Only my books and my pigeons were of any help. Surely I would have died without them.