Aa...? Transformation? [He has to consider, as he swishes what's left in his glass, judging how much he still has.] That one, we haven't started that yet.

[They haven't practiced anything since he got back, actually. There was the draft, and he supposes he's been so wrapped up in other things beyond that... Well that's not something to think about now.

You can practically see him wracking his brain, though, attempting to recall past the haze of alcohol what Masaomi's last ninja training lessons were like. This too is obvious when he has it: a look that's at once intensely prideful as he snaps his fingers.]

But he figured out Substitute, though! Yeah, yeah... that was 'bout a month ago-- sort of? He sort of got it.

[Still grinning, though.]