But not as good as mine, he noted in his mind, tapping his thumb against the screen to play up the charade a little more. Usually Minato would sneak up on him or make a remark by now, so maybe he was home, possibly asleep.

Pocketing the communicator, he figured he shouldn't just sit around and do nothing. Kanji wasn't a gamer by any stretch of the imagination, but if he was going to be here and guard his score, he had to keep an eye on this kid. ...This familiar kid. Where had he seen this boy before?

While he thought, he decided to take up a machine nearby, some strange fighting game. He popped in a couple of coins and decided to give it a go.

As the sounds of biffs, punches, groans, and battle cries rang out, he noticed he was a hell of a lot better fighting in real life than he was in this damn game. That scrawny-looking ninja guy was clobbering his ass...

"...Are you shittin' me!?" He snarled at the screen by the third round. Why wasn't button-mashing working!?