Sasuke and Naruto are about to fight at the Valley of The End mural. Before they do, I ride up to them in old timey horse, and dismount in a spritely manner.

"Whatchoo boys fightin' fo?" I inquire, whilst spitting a piece of Americana on the floor.

They look at me quizically, surveying my power from my dusty old boots to my cowboy hat. They say nothing, just watch me gyrate my hip as I get back on my hoss.

"You boys be good nao" I say, tipping my hat and mosying on towards Konoha