"Damn it!" I slammed my hammer down on my anvil as I glared across my shop at the strips of horn, pieces of wood, and strips of sinew sitting innocently on my workbench.

"You didn't find one, then?" Came Sasuke's voice as the Uchiha strolled into my little shop on the outskirts of town.

"No, I did." I sighed, hanging my hammer on its hook as twenty-something of my shadow clones ran around the shop, hammering metal, working bellows, and cleaning up my mess in general. Sasuke looked surprised at seeing a small army of my copies but I waved for him to take a seat on one of the few stools I had scattered around the shop. "Ignore them." He nodded, perching easily on the one closest to the bench as I picked up another and put it near his before I opened the door to the storeroom.

"Who taught you to make solid clones?"

"The Hokage." I shrugged as Sasuke looked at me like I had grown three heads. "What?"

"The Hokage taught you to make clones? Himself?"

"Well, yeah. Shadow clones are kinjutsu."

"Then why are you using them?"

"Because I have enough chakra to not die from making them. Now where the Hell did I- ahah!" I cried triumphantly as I finally found what I was looking for. Usually, the little closet held a few wood scales, some strips of leather, scarlet silk, and the iron from my foundry that was still standing on training ground thirty-nine (and was currently being worked by three dozen more mes… copies of me? My clones?). But today, there was a small addition: a velvet-lined bamboo bow case. I plucked it from its resting place by the handle and placed it on the workbench in front of Sasuke. "It took a while but Liu Zhao came through."

"The cost?"

"Eighty-seven hundred ryo and one of my Kunai."

"It cost over twelve thousand ryo?"

"Yeah, it did. Liu-san always wanted one of my Kunai for himself. It was either give him one or leave without the bow… It was a small price to pay." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I glared down at the stereotypical Mongol bow as Sasuke opened the case. "Its case was made by a master carpenter in the north of Fire but the bow itself comes from a nomadic horse tribe in Earth country. Apparently."

"Hn." Sasuke grunted as he took the bow from the case gently. "Why's it not strung?"

"The archer usually does that."

"Hn. I don't have twelve thousand ryo on me, I brought ten." The 'like you told me,' wasn't necessary for him to say out loud.

"I'll call it even at six." Sasuke's eyes flickered curiously. "You're giving her the bow as the head of Uchiha, but I still came up with the idea of getting her a bow."

"Right."

"So it only makes sense we split the bill, right?"

"Hai. Tell me about the arrows."

"Ash, twenty-two inches, goose fletched, and field tipped. Made by me… Well, my clones actually." I said, shrugging as I plucked one of the arrows from the quiver in the top of the case. "The ones it came with were thirty-three inches and tipped with obsidian broadheads."

"Interesting." Sasuke said as he replaced the bow in the case. "A shooting glove?"

"Yeah. It's buckskin leather, pretty strong but soft at the same time. There's an arm guard in there too. String slap's are not fun."

"You've used it?"

"Once. It's a good bow, not too heavy but not too light either. It'll grow well with her."

"She'll be able to keep using it?"

"Until she needs a heavier bow." I shrugged. "This is all assuming she actually takes to shooting."

"If you're there when I gift it to her, she won't stop until she's mastered the weapon." Sasuke rolled his eyes but smirked good-naturedly. "What on Earth did you do to earn that kind of loyalty?"

"Got her away from a couple of bullies." Sasuke lifted his eyebrow. I chuckled and pushed a hand through my hair. "I may or may not have applied a massive amount of pressure to their voice boxes with my fingers."

"That worked?"

"They collapsed like ragdolls… If ragdolls could hack and cough." I smirked as Sasuke snorted.

"That would do it. Though why a Hyuuga would cling to you is beyond me."

"I don't know either. From what people – including you – have told me, I was a bit of an idiot before."

"A bit is an understatement, Naruto." Sasuke shrugged. "I just don't know how you changed so much so quickly."

"The doctors said I was a blank slate, Sasuke. I barely knew anything about where I was, who I was. So I started reading." I shrugged as I gestured around the shop. "When Hokage-jiji told me what a Shinobi was, it… It spoke to me. I dunno, maybe it was something left over from before? I don't know. But I do know that I will be a ninja… I also know that the village orphans' stipend was barely enough to live on."

"So you started Sato Minato's?"

"Yeah. Just before I opened it, I bought a whetstone, some oil, and went hunting. You wouldn't believe how many Kunai people will just leave lying around… Sure, one or two of them may have been lost in the bushes but the rest of them just weren't even looked for. It's almost like they're growing on the trees at this point."

"Interesting. And then you started selling them?"

"For half the price everyone else does." I nodded.

"And when did you learn henge no jutsu?"

"A few days after I was attacked. The old me must have done something to the village's shopkeepers because they kept overcharging me for everything." I rolled my eyes. "If I wanted to buy instant ramen for anything less than three hundred ryo a cup, I had to do something."

"Three hundred ryo per cup!? That's ludicrous!" Sasuke barked, fire burning in his onyx eyes.

"And that's why I learned the Henge." I shrugged as Sasuke's rage flickered like a candle. "No one would ever guess that the mild-mannered, plain Minato-kun could ever be associated (much less be one in the same) with the blonde demon prankster of Konoha." Sasuke's eyes sparked with wrath, but I kept going. "Besides, most people see Minato working in his stand next to old Teuchi at Ichiraku Ramen, one of the hardest working men in the city outside the Shinobi corps. When they see him working beside Teuchi they think he's one of them. But when they see Naruto running around the city pranking people left and right, they assume he's a spoilt brat who can afford to be out and about when the rest of the kids should be working or in school. And they hate him even more."

"So Sato Minato…"

"Is a smokescreen."

"To buy groceries?"

"Oh no, Sasuke, my henge is so good that only doujutsu users can see through it. Even the Inuzuka and Aburame can't tell that Sato Minato is Uzumaki Naruto. If someone's hunting Uzumaki Naruto, all I have to do is either open shop and hide in plain sight or trade places with my clone already manning the shop."

"A perfect smokescreen…" Sasuke breathed. "Once you've been there for years, no one will question it. People will see you working and never realize that Uzumaki and Sato are one and the same."

"Exactly." I grinned.

"Maybe there is still some of the old Naruto in there after all." Sasuke cracked a weak grin. "Only a prankster like him could have come up with a scheme that insane and have a chance to pull it off."

"Thanks? I think?"

"Hn. Come on. Let's take this to Hinata."

"Let's do it. As for you lot? Keep working!" I barked at the army of groaning clones as Sasuke and I ducked out of the shop.

"Uchiha-dono. Uzumaki. What is your business here?" The guard standing to the left of the gate sealing the Hyuuga compound off from the rest of the village asked blandly.

"I request a meeting with Hyuuga Hiashi and his heir, Hyuuga Hinata." Sasuke said. "Uzumaki Naruto is a friend of mine and Hyuuga Hinata's."

"What is the purpose of your requested meeting?"

"An offer of friendship between our clans."

"Please wait here, Uchiha-dono. Uzumaki, I do not know if you will be permitted entry." The guard turned to me, his pale eyes boring holes into me.

"Hai, Hyuuga-san. If that is the will of Hyuuga-dono." The guard's only indication of surprise was the raised eyebrow. We stood there for five minutes before another Hyuuga in white robes opened the gate and gestured with his hands.

"Uchiha-dono, Uzumaki-san. On behalf of Hiashi-sama, be welcome in our home." The man said as he bowed at the waist. I returned the bow as well as I could but if the look on the man's face were any indication, I didn't do so well.

"Thank you, Hyuuga-san. Shall we?" Sasuke asked.

"Indeed. May I take your burden for you, Uchiha-dono?"

"Thank you but I can carry it. It is a gift."

"Ah." The Hyuuga guide nodded as he started away toward a bridge. The compound wasn't very large, but it was very Japanese (in the traditional sense). Cherry and peach trees ringed brooks and springs of crystal clear water, with the occasional rock gardens sprinkled among the temple-like homes. And our guide was leading us directly toward the largest one.

Because of course he was.

I felt my neck prickle and was acutely aware that my clothing (while much improved from the bright orange jumpsuits that little Naruto loved so much) was not appropriate for a meeting between two clan heads, even if one was only eight years old.

Oh and so was I. My birthday came and went with little ceremony, only the Hokage actually acknowledged it since it was on a Saturday. He took me to (you guessed it) Ichiraku Ramen. He also gave me this awesome jacket. It was just as thick as the standard-issue flak jacket and made of heavy cotton so it wouldn't catch fire when I was in the forge. It also seemed to have pockets everywhere.

But, again, it was a work coat. It was heavy, insulating, warm, and strong but fancy it was not. Right now, I couldn't justify spending Kami knows how much on clothes so the Hyuuga would have to suck it up or kick me out. But seeing as I was here at the request of the Uchiha…

Well, I didn't have to be a genius to know that kicking me out while I was Sasuke's guest would be like slapping Sasuke across the face and pissing on his dog at the same time.

It's just not something you do.

With that small comfort in mind, the Hyuuga guide led us into the large building. We stepped onto the stoop and Sasuke moved to take his sandals off automatically. I blinked in surprise as I fumbled to pull off my boots.

For everything I remembered, there were always a hundred other things I forgot. Like how people took their shoes off before they stepped inside every bloody house in this bloody city.

Or maybe it was a Japanese thing? That rang a bell even if it was a very small bell. Something about Tom Cruise? Eh. It was probably nothing.

I finally managed to get my boots off. Where Sasuke's wooden sandals clicked against the wood, my steel-toed work boots thumped - much to the Hyuuga guide's disapproval. He stared at me flatly as he handed us each a pair of slippers.

"Uchiha-dono, I must apologize but for the sake of your guest I feel I must explain that you are to wear these at all times. Uzumaki, do not walk on these floors without them."

"Hai, Hyuuga-san. As you say." I bowed my head as the Hyuuga looked at me balefully. "I'm a smith. The boots are to protect my feet."

"You are eight years old, Uzumaki. You are no smith."

"We may disagree but my work says otherwise, Hyuuga-san."

"Hn. As you say, Uzumaki." The Hyuuga nodded, but he didn't believe a word I said. Sasuke frowned but held his tongue. Man, that clan training sure was something… The kid didn't even think to cut in even though he definitely had something he wanted to say. "Please, this way."

"Hai, Hyuuga-san." The two of us said, even though I really, really wanted to start cursing the pompous asshole blue. Preferably in English, it just made things more interesting considering the language didn't exist in this dimension. That and it was more fun for me because they had no idea what I was saying. Also, nothing beats cursing in your native tongue.

The day I learned I could still speak English in this universe was probably the happiest day of my life. That also happened to be the most annoying day in my life. Making composite bows is a very tedious process. Lots of moving parts that can go wrong if you don't know what you're doing. Big shocker, I did not.

I could make self-bows, there were fewer moving parts to go wrong, but they weren't quite as efficient. Then there was the small fact that an English Longbow would stick out like a sore thumb in this kind of environment - that and finding an English yew for said bow in the Land of Fire was like hunting for the Ark of the Covenant in Argentina. Oh, and ninjas moved faster than fuck. By the time the arrow was loosed they may be in a different zip code already.

"Please, enter." The guide slid a door open to reveal a painfully traditional sitting room. "Hyuuga-dono will join you shortly."

"Thank you, Hyuuga-san." I nodded as Sasuke shallowly bowed at the waist. The man looked at me venomously even as he bowed to Sasuke deeply. He straightened up and marched away, but even then I still felt like I was being watched… Damned Hyuugas.

"This better be worth it, Sasuke…"

"It will be." The boy grunted quietly.

"Hn." Sasuke smirked as he cut his eyes toward me.

"That's my line, Uzumaki."

"Too good not to use, Uchiha." I grinned as I walked toward the door. I clasped my hands behind my back as I turned to the window and looked out over the grounds. At this point, all I wanted to do was sit down but seeing as there were no chairs…

Oh.

Oh no…

I turned around and glanced around the room as Sasuke looked at me curiously.

"What?" He asked as I took in the room in detail.

"There are no chairs in here."

"So?"

"Are the Hyuugas really that traditional?" Now Sasuke was looking at me like I had grown three heads.

"Yes. What's the issue?" He still looked like I had grown three heads but when I returned the look he finally cracked. "What?"

"Sasuke, I don't have my memories but I'm an orphan that lives in an apartment. Alone. Do you see the issue?"

"No." He frowned in confusion. "Explain."

"I didn't have a clan." Sasuke's frown turned to an angry scowl, but I put up a hand to stop the coming storm. "No, Sasuke, I know what you went through. I know it was horrible and Itachi should have been crucified for it, but you had a mother and a father to teach you those weird old traditions that I don't have a clue about. You spent hours on hours going over the formalities with a fine-toothed comb. Me? I'm pretty sure I stole from dumpsters when my ramen money ran out." Sasuke was thunderstruck. "So, how do you think I'm going to fare with kneeling for however long this lasts?"

"Not well, I'd imagine…" Sasuke muttered, frowning deeply. "Do you want to learn?"

"Wanting to learn isn't the problem, it's the time frame. I'm just a hammer swinger, Sasuke. I have no interest in this but I'll shut up and put up… That's all I can do right now." I grunted.

"Why do you have a problem with this? I will heal any aches and pains you have as soon as they manifest."

'Not the point. I'm not worried about the pain, I'm worried about making a fool out of myself in front of two of the great clans.'

"You worry about that which is inevitable."

'Damn you, Kyubi.' I grunted as I glanced at the heavily frowning Sasuke.

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely not." I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair. "But we don't have the luxury of seven years and a brand new clan for me to learn all of this crap in an afternoon."

"Hn." Sasuke grunted, thinking furiously. "Don't say a word. Only do so when you are addressed directly."

"Don't you mean if?"

"No. You are a subject of curiosity to everyone in this village, especially after the incident you had. You had a drastic change in personality and you are his daughter's idol. You will be questioned. Be short. Speak only when spoken to."

"I hate it when you're right, Uchiha."

"Right now, so do I." He said as he joined me beside the window to look over the Hyuuga grounds while we waited.

I had to admit, Sasuke had the patience of a bloody saint if he could wait here for the hour it took Hyuuga Hiashi and his daughter to roll into the room without so much as twitching from his statue-like position beside me. And he did. It took Hiashi an hour before he decided to grace us with his presence, and Sasuke didn't say a word after we'd finished our conversation.

Hell, even the Kyubi apparently knew it was time to shut up. The silence would have sent old Naruto bouncing off the walls, but I had plenty of experience hurrying up and waiting.

"Uchiha-dono. Welcome to my home. May I ask why you have come?" Hiashi asked regally even as Hinata cowered at his side. I met her eyes and pulled my chin up. Her eyes widened and then she bowed her head with a bright blush lighting up her cheeks.

"I am a friend of your daughter, Hyuuga-dono. It is my wish that the… The fall of my clan," I wanted to put a hand on his shoulder but he got through that admirably with only a small hitch in his voice, "not be the cause that breaks the ties of friendship forged between our clans over decades. I've come to offer this to Hinata." Sasuke said as he knelt on one of the pillows, laying the bow case down between the two parties. Hinata remained standing even as Hiashi knelt opposite Sasuke.

"If the quality of the case is any indication of the quality of the contents, this will indeed be a fine piece of work, Uchiha-dono. What is this made of?"

"I apologize, Hyuuga-dono, but I am not certain." I closed my eyes and fought the urge to sigh.

"I, too, apologize, Hyuuga-dono, but for the interruption. Unlike Uchiha-dono, I know how the case was crafted and the materials it and its contents were constructed from. If I may?" Hiashi's eyes never left Sasuke's but the veins in his face bulged horrifically.

"Uzumaki-san… I was quite surprised when Illia reported your presence along with Uchiha-dono's. When I heard of the fate that befell you, the fate that you defied, it piqued my interest… My curiosity even. You go by the name Sato Minato when you sell that which belongs to others. Why do you hide behind a Henge?"

"I am afraid that I made choices in the past that the villagers did not approve of, Hyuuga-dono. They hate me." Hiashi nodded as my lips quirked. "From what I have heard, I used to run around this village pranking those that displeased me and proclaimed often and quite loudly that I would be the fifth Hokage. A foolish dream of a foolish boy."

"You admit that you are a fool?"

"I admit that the boy I was before my memories were all but annihilated was a fool." I shrugged as Hyuuga Hiashi, head of the venerable Hyuuga clan, a bastion of calm, looked like I'd slapped him upside the head with a trout. "I am not the same boy, Hyuuga-dono. There was almost nothing left of him."

"Almost?"

"I remembered Hiruzen Sarutobi was the Hokage even if I did not know his name, I knew that we lived in Konoha, and lastly I knew that my name was Uzumaki Naruto. I didn't know anything else. So I dove into books."

"And chose to steal the property of Shinobi?"

"I chose to capitalize on weapons abandoned in the field and rework them to my advantage."

"A risky endeavor, yes?"

"Indeed… Were it not sanctioned under the Aegis of the Hokage." Hiashi nodded.

"Yes, you are quite close to the man. Correct?"

"In his own words, he sees me as his grandchild. I believe I know why."

"Would you enlighten us, Uzumaki-san?"

"I cannot."

"Are you refusing a clan head?"

"I do apologize, Hyuuga-dono, but this is by order of the Hokage."

"I am ranked as a Jounin of Konohagakure. I am cleared to know her secrets."

"Of A-rank and below. This is an S-rank class secret, Hyuuga-dono. Maybe higher. I am sorry but only the Hokage may tell you why."

"By the order of the Third?"

"And by virtue of who the Fourth was." Hiashi looked pensive as his frown deepened further.

"I apologize, Hyuuga-dono, Uzumaki-san, but I believe we have strayed from the heart of our conversation." Sasuke cut in, sensing that this line of conversation needed to be cut off immediately.

"Indeed. You were describing the case, Uzumaki-san?"

"Hai, Hyuuga-dono. The case was constructed in the northern reaches of Fire Country near the border of Iron by a master carpenter. It was commissioned specifically for the contents it holds within. The wood is ebony. A hard, uncommon wood from which the color gets its name. It is lined with a lambskin, soft yet supple."

"What is the name of this carpenter? And from where was the wood harvested?"

"Daiku o Hassan." Hassan the carpenter. Plain and simple. "The tree was harvested on Taro Island in the southern Kanashii Ocean. Hassan bought three logs from a merchant in a harbor out of East Fire."

"Why do you know so much about the wood, Uzumaki-san?"

"I like to know what I'm buying, Hyuuga-dono." I shrugged. "Be it steel, or wood, or something other. I expect the utmost quality, I'd assume you are much the same."

"Indeed." Hiashi smirked. "And the contents?"

"Hai, Hyuuga-dono." Sasuke bowed, flipped the bronze latches, and opened the box to reveal the composite bow within.

"What is this?" Hiashi's voice was absolutely flat as Hinata stared at the bow in awe. Sasuke remained silent as the clan leader turned to me.

"This is a composite bow created by horse nomads in Earth. It is made of wood, mountain goat horn, and sinew. The glue holding together the wood strips was created from boiled horse hooves." Hinata looked a bit green. "Hyuuga-san, the nomads use horses for everything. They cannot afford to waste resources on the plains."

"Indeed. Why did you go through the trouble to find this, Uzumaki-san?"

"The idea was mine." Sasuke said. "I wished to give your daughter a bow. She is quite gifted with thrown projectiles already, it would be a shame to let that prodigious talent go to waste. The bow is the natural progression of projectile weaponry. A Hyuuga as a long-range specialist? The implications-"

"Are you insinuating my daughter is not competent with the gentle fist?"

"No."

"Then what were you assuming, Uchiha-dono?"

"I-" Sasuke blinked, working his jaw.

"He was not insinuating your daughter was lacking in the gentle fist techniques, Hyuuga-dono. Rather, he was complimenting her skills at long range."

"How can you compliment that which does not exist?"

"This man is infuriating." The Kyubi hissed into my head. Should I be worried that I found myself agreeing with him?

"You insult yourself by insulting her, Hyuuga-dono." Sasuke said, his knuckles turning white while he pressed his fists against his thighs, the onyx eyes of the Uchiha meeting the Hyuuga's incensed white.

"How dare you!?" Hiashi roared. "To come into my home and insult me!"

"Perhaps a wager, Hyuuga-dono?" Immediately, three sets of eyes found me. One set was outraged but curious, another was hopeful, and the last was just enraged.

"A wager? Do I look like a betting man?"

"I think everyone's a betting man, it just depends on what they're betting on. You refuse to believe your daughter has any skills because she's a gentle girl who refuses to hurt her family, correct?" I met his eyes but didn't give him a chance to respond. "Here's the wager. I bet Hinata will hit the target at least seven times out of her first ten shots with this bow." I gestured to the bow. Hiashi nodded.

"Eight."

"Hinata?"

"I can do it." I felt my eyebrows fly into my hairline at the little girl's vehemence.

"Good. If you win?"

"We keep the bow no matter the outcome. It is a fine piece, it will do well in our trophy hall. Should you win, Hinata will be allowed to continue with this foolishness. Should I win, you are to never return to this compound."

"You can dictate the terms of your victory, Hyuuga-dono, not your defeat." I grunted, "Uchiha-dono is on equal footing to you here. He-"

"I accept the terms." Sasuke interrupted me. My eyebrow twitched but I deferred to the clan-raised boy in this situation.

"We will need a target then."

"The Hyuuga women who do not possess the Byakugan practice Kyudo. We have a range here."

"Very well. Hyuuga-dono, please understand that this bow is not intended to be used in the same way as the Yumi in Kyudo. This is a horse bow. The draw weight is lower than a man's yumi, yes, but the pressure is immense. It cannot send an arrow as far nor will they impact with as much authority but it is still a respectable weapon."

"Hm… What is its draw weight?"

"Sixty pounds at a twenty eight inch draw. This is likely to be as long a draw length as Hinata-dono will require."

"Indeed? What do you believe her draw depth is as of now?" Hyuuga narrowed his eyes as he stared at me but I paid him no mind as I turned to examine Hinata. She was looking at the bow before her eyes met mine once again.

"Nineteen inches, give or take half an inch. At her max draw, she'll be holding just over half the weight. A bit extreme for a seven-year old girl but I have no doubt that she'll be able to hold it."

"Forgive me if I do not share your faith."

"Then shall we put it to the test?" I smirked as Hyuuga tilted his head to the side. I gestured to the bow. "May I?" He nodded. I plucked the bow from the case as well as the stringer. "Watch." Hinata nodded and the veins on her face bulged as her father's did earlier. "This is the stringer…" I said as I took the stringer from the case with the bow's silk bowstring. I slipped one bowstring over the string saddle and slid it down the limb, and set the other loop of the string in position. Then I slipped the stringer's cup over one end of the string and the loose loop onto the opposite side of the bow.

"Is that not backwards, Uzumaki-san?"

"No, Hyuuga-dono, it is not. It is what gives the bow more pressure for a lower weight." The belly of the stringer's cord hit the floor and I placed my foot over it. Bending my knees and turning my arm parallel with the wall, I pushed the bow up and deftly pushed the other loop of the string into its saddle. Releasing the pressure in my knees, the bow flexed back to its normal position but this time the string was there to stop the bow from returning to its resting position. "Hinata-san, it is yours. Unstring the bow as soon as you possibly can after use."

"Hai, Naruto-san… I… Thank you." She said as she took the bow reverently.

"In the case there is an armguard and a shooting glove, I recommend you wear them. You hold the bow in your left hand and draw the string with your right. As such, the armguard is worn on the inside of your left arm and the glove on your right. In time you may be able to use the bow without them."

"Hai, Naruto-san." Hinata nodded slowly as she looked at her father. He nodded, then she knelt beside the case. She took the armguard and the glove, pulling them on quickly but efficiently. Then she stood up and faced me. I smiled gently and presented the bow to her. "May I?"

"Hai, Hinata-san, you may." She took the horse bow from my hands with a look of wonder. The girl's left hand easily wrapped around the body of the bow as she looked down at it with a smile.

"Ano… Naruto-k-san," Hinata stumbled over herself with her Byakugan active. "What's that ring?" I blinked as I looked down at the case and spotted what she was talking about.

"That would be a thumb ring. Horse lords don't shoot like everyone else, three fingers on the string and the arrow to the left of the bow. That style makes sure everything is nice and lined up with the eye. Nomadic horse archers do things a little different. Instead of three points of contact, they use one. The arrow sits on the right of the bow using your finger as the rest while drawing with their thumb. It's one point of contact, less things to go wrong but a bit less leverage. They do it that way so they can put an arrow on the string without stabbing their horse."

"Do… Do I need it?" I quirked an eyebrow as I glanced down at it and then back up at her. I shook my head.

"Probably not. You aren't planning on riding horses anytime soon, are you?"

"No, Naruto-san." Hinata nodded as her right hand played with the string of her bow. "How do I wear the quiver?"

"It's attached to a belt, the quiver sits on your right hip while the arrows face your back. It came with the bow. I'm not a leather worker and don't know any good ones. Uchiha-dono, Hyuuga-dono, do you?"

"I am sorry, Uzumaki-san." Sasuke said.

"I do." Hiashi said. "Should you win this asinine wager, I will give you her name."

"Thank you, Hyuuga-dono." I bowed my head slightly as I glanced at Hinata who was completely decked out as an archer now that she had the quiver attached to her hip. "Shall we settle this now?"

"Indeed." Hiashi frowned as he stared down at the three of us. "Follow me."