The final bits of morning were spent on more firearms training. Ann continued with her marksmanship under Makoto's tutelage, putting the estate's ammunition stockpile to good use. She was improving quickly. Meanwhile, Yoshida managed to convince Ryuji that he was already a master sharpshooter with the blunderbuss' scattershot, so he should instead practice loading the weapon. Ren observed that tutorial with interest, and even took a few turns at loading it.

Lunch found them all back inside the dining room, a robust noodle dish the only offering (the kitchen preparing only single-course meals at Makoto's request). The Sakamotos took to it with gusto. Makoto ate with a more modest pace, leaning towards Ren as he worked with pen and paper, creating a shopping list of items to acquire before the hunt in two days.

"A hammer?" said Makoto. "We surely have a few around the house."

"I want a big one," said Ren, a slight fervor in his voice. "Blacksmith. Farrier. Something like that."

"All right," said Makoto. "And I want canteens. Something that hangs from the waist. The personas make Ann and Ryuji thirsty."

A short time later, the tailor arrived with his assistants, so while his female apprentice took measurements of Ann in the hallway, Ren and Ryuji took to the sword dojo. Makoto was pretty sure that room was getting more use this week than in all its previous existence. She stood near the dojo entrance, keeping an eye on the sword training while she answered the tailor's various questions about Ann's clothing.

"Lady Niijima, I greatly appreciate your continued patronage, and I adore the… unique needs of your household," said the tailor, somewhat frazzled and desperate sounding, "But I simply cannot complete a full set of boiled and banded leather in two days! Much less two sets. You know I have to have a smith complete the metal banding, so I only have till tomorrow morning to make the molds and boil the leather! My staff are used to social clothing, they are not armorsmiths."

"But your establishment makes such excellent riding gear," countered Makoto, "Truely, you have a talent for sizing and molding leather, and you surely still have the molds you used to create my own gear?"

"Well- yes. But-," the tailor rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I can likely use the mold of your chestplate-" the tailor's eyes flicked briefly to Makoto's chest, "with some modifications for Ms. Sakamoto's larger dimensions. But the arms and legs are simply too different, I can tell at a glance. I've been doing this a long time, Lady Niijima!"

Makoto's cheeks grew slightly hot at the professional commentary of her bust size, but she wanted this job done, so there was no profit in being offended by reality. As tactless as it may be.

"Then two chestplates, then," said Makoto, "One for Ms. Sakamoto and one for the young man in there. And legplates, just down to the knee and perhaps… hanging over the joint. That should remove most of the intricate work of the limbs, should it not, sir?"

The tailor frowned but looked thoughtful.

"And an extra twenty percent for the rush job."

"...Very well, we can deliver the items in two days."

"At sunrise, no later."

"...Yes, Lady Niijima."

"And the social clothing and casual wear for them both? And Ms. Sakamoto's trouser-wear will be ready for final fitting tomorrow afternoon, I presume?"

The tailor took in a hissing breath. "Yes, Lady Niijima."

"Excellent."