The coral haired youth was quite exuberant on this particular day, carelessly flaunting about upon the academy grounds. Thus far there hadn’t been any major obstacles she was unable to identify via clicking her tongue, which was always a plus considering the start of one’s day defined the mood for the remainder; as a general rule of thumb.
Upon further inspection one would be able to determine the teen was not an academy student, but fairly young in the grand scheme of the world.
Soon enough the lass would settle upon the training dummy court yard, clutched within her hand were two kunai. A fierce visible amount of concentration had been taken, brow narrowing dramatically. This particular location was the ideal spot to practice in private and if she were to miss it wasn’t such a huge ordeal due the location itself being a training ground within the academy.
After a considerable amount of time Keiko’s hand would begin to arch back and with one final swift action her deadly steel would be launched forward at an average speed. Her ears perking, form leaning forward and anticipating the thud of her fruits of labor; though it would never arrive and instead the rustling of distance bushes would notify her of a failure. Fortunately this was not enough to falter her!
Another fiery attempt would ensue in the same manner, her digits curling tightly against a single kunai, heightening her concentration further, “Be the kunai . . . be the kunai.” she tells herself aloud. With one swift action the object would surge forth into the shinobi world only to clank against the nearby academy building, her direction had changed since her previous attempt.
If one were to inspect the kunoichi closely, they would arrive upon the only particular explanation available. Kazamatsuri Keiko’s brilliant tundra gaze was glassed over. Blindness.
“I did it!” she announces proudly, not realizing the truth.