Luck seemed to be on Hiro's side. He'd picked out the right dress, his decoy picked out the right kind of flower, and they managed to make the exchange without her noticing at all. Good man, that clone was. If there was one person Hiro could always rely upon... it was himself, at least. Himawari was the Hokage's daughter, he remembered... Hiro's own father was a master of the shadow clone technique, but no one ever reached the height of mastery that Naruto Uzumaki had achieved... Perhaps he'd learn something about it from his daughter. Though she seemed to take more after her mother.<br/><br/>Hiro and Tara entered the show together, the newly made Chuunin ever a gentleman. It was fancier than a movie theater, as expected. Any live performance, especially one with a history dating back before the hidden villages were founded, ought to have been treated with a certain amount of reverence. He found the puppetry of Sunagakure interesting, mostly for their tactical applications. They allowed a ninja to attack without being subject to an attack themselves... He had heard that it began as a form of entertainment, and the thought amused him as he considered how in these times of peace the art of ninja puppetry returned to being just an art form.<br/><br/>As for the story itself? He wasn't too terribly interested. It all sounded so embellished and hard to believe... but then again, his father swore that the stories they told about the Hokage and his deeds in the last war were true, so who was he to say if it sounded unreal? Though some elements sounded familiar... Oh well, Tara was sure to enjoy it. He kept his and on hers' for the better part of the performance, even cracking a smile. He couldn't resist genuinely enjoying her company from time to time as well...