The good thing about starting a fight was that one could expect the comeback, and so he could brace himself for the punch not to send him to land on the pretty ass that he didn't know from his pretty face. He did stumble backwards, did almost slip to one knee, the force of the impact temporarily muddling his trace of thought. His jaw hurt, but he was angry enough not to pay it too much mind, or the split lip that had probably resulted from the punch.
Once he'd gathered enough of his balance and bearings to glare back at the other, it didn't take him long to cross what distance was between them and grab that shirt collar. They weren't done yet. Not even close.
"It's been ten months-- what do you think, Uzumaki?!"
He wasn't sure why he asked. Clearly, Naruto didn't do a terribly big amount of that.
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