[ A dead king stands out a lot! Especially on the part of being dead, which Minato had always believed to be an end-all of things, after which there is nothing but peaceful oblivion, not being yanked out of non-existence to be stranded in a foreign world with a hundred other strangers. ]

I heard the noise, and was curious. Haven't used a bow in months, though...

[ He looks down at his hands, imagining the weight of a bow in them. They're not his preferred weapon, but he does well enough with them, and he'd become fairly confident in his ability to hit a target— very rarely a direct bullseye, but he also very rarely misses the target completely. ]

But alright. Do you want to make a competition out of it? We could wager something.