Yuffie grinned. "Well, yeah. I am super awesome. So I need a super awesome weapon too." That wasn't how it actually worked but Yuffie had a way of making things sound more important than they were. Plus she was enjoying the kid's admiration. It wasn't like many people really looked to her for anything in the past.

"So you're eight years younger than me." She flicked her wrist and the large Skuriken circled and shrank into a single long blade that Yuffie slid within the thin sheath along her hip. "Okay. I'll let you call me old as long as you concede that I'm super cute too." It was only because she liked him that she was offering the leeway. Otherwise, she'd never forgive him for calling her old.