It was a while before Minato waddled out of the Armory. He was so padded armor that he looked like a black orb with limbs, and decided also to take the thickest helmet in the room. In his arms was a really tiny sniper rifle, but he lugged it around like it weighed tons.

"Is this the proper equipment?" He would constantly ask passing trainees. "There isn't enough armor, right? I should get more armor? How much do bullets hurt, exactly?"