"I don't think we have time for that," Sakura said, thinking of her sensei drilling her on concealing more and more equipment about her person; the razor wire wound into her sandals and hitai-ate, the blades snug along her arms, legs, hips, and back, the tiny fuinjutsu patterns hiding larger weaponry stitched along the seams of her clothes, "but honestly I don't need weapons to be more dangerous than any of your guards, you're just going to have to trust my good will."

"I don't use weapons." Lee said brightly.

The diplomat facing them looked like she wanted to cry as she clutched her papers closer.