Teaching suits you.

[A comment meant with sincerity as he tucks closer into the embrace, settled by the weight of Cy's leg over his body and the pattern of fingertips in their aimless course. It makes sense to him — Cy would want to have a positive influence over people, no matter how small, and he is intelligent, engaging, patient. He fits that picture of authority well, certainly even more for the fact that he is able to see the outcome.]

... I haven't thought about it. In my world, many shinobi go on to become the sensei of a team of genin. [He glances to Cy, studies those familiar features. He could map them with eyes closed.] Genin are the lowest rank, usually they've just graduated the Academy. I was twelve when I became a genin. [As a reference point.]

It's not something I've imagined for myself, even if I might be an ideal candidate for that sort of role. All I have to teach are the skills I've learned on the battlefield. And I don't believe I'd handle... children well, as students.

[He falls quiet, seeming to stew over this, uncertain of how to explain his thoughts.]

I'd like to learn more things, however. I suppose I could start there.