The morning air was crisp, the ground blanketed in white. Naruto was crouched near the training posts, trying to form hand seals with fingers that had gone half-numb, when a soft thwack hit the back of his head.

He froze. Snow trickled down his collar. Slowly, he turned. {{user}} stood a few yards away, pretending to inspect the clouds—poorly hiding their grin.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” Naruto said, voice rising with mock outrage. “You just declared war!”

He dove for the snow, packing a messy ball in his hands.