"For marksmanship, I can manage about ninety feet," she reported, before biting her lip and admitting, "...with a few inches of deviation from the target. But at eighty I'm absolutely accurate!" Given that sixty-four had been her previous best, that alone spoke of how hard she had tried to reach a goal he could be proud of on her own. Itachi had definitely helped.

She relaxed a little at his acceptance, a pleased look entering her eyes. If she grinned, it was hidden resolutely behind her high collar, but the next words from his mouth saw her features contort into an expression of unguarded, blatant excitement. "A mission? Really? Are we painting anything, or going shopping, or babysitting?" Given that her aunt's family was both civilian and wealthy enough to afford D-Ranked missions, and that the woman herself remembered her brother's genin days, Ami had no illusions of grandeur pertaining to what lay ahead of her.

It didn't dampen her enthusiasm, however; her first mission was a gateway to her second, and third, and if she did well Shisui might consider more important missions later. She actually bounced on the balls of her feet until, until a thought caught and froze her. She looked up at her teacher, green eyes shining with worry. "If we're dealing with clients directly, we definitely need to shower, don't we?"

Was there time?