The grounds were eerily silent, the sun caressing against the horizon and in turn creating an abundance of vibrant symphony's of colors. Emerald blades of grass adhere together with the moisture of morning dew and create slick surface underneath her leather boots. Despite the lack of traction, Mikasa maintains her balance while rounding the corner to observe the training devices in the distance, a serious of wooden manics stand in place and await their cruel future. The pitiful devices full of odd gashes and scratch marks from previous impalement; however they were the most sturdy of any Konohagakure warrior - withstanding assault after assault.
Reaching into her ivory coat, the Medical Sennin removes a set of scrolls, tossing them into the air leisurely. Raining down upon the ground were various kunai and senbon, managing to avoid causing any harm to herself as they impale into the terra below. The windmill shuriken the largest and most difficult to wield, the ordinary kunai, and a senbon a bit more practical. To her left a set of smoke bombs and practical wire.
Leaning over her digits clutch against the deadly steel. lifting the heavy object from the terrain she wields the windmill shuriken. Rearing her arm back, Mikasa launches the steel forward with uncanny accuracy, although the force causes her to become off balance and stumble forward. The curvature of the ninja tool arcs towards the ground prior to erupting upwards to cleave one of the four soulless targets in half, a dull clunking echoes about the grounds as the tool whizzing to the recipient. Luckily she didn't loose a finger or two, severely out of practice with the larger weapon.
Wiping at her brow, the medical kunoichi forces the object into the soil, settling beside the massive array of tools awaiting for the next bunch of students to appear. Hopefully the class would be exhilarating as the previous.
Reaching into her ivory coat, the Medical Sennin removes a set of scrolls, tossing them into the air leisurely. Raining down upon the ground were various kunai and senbon, managing to avoid causing any harm to herself as they impale into the terra below. The windmill shuriken the largest and most difficult to wield, the ordinary kunai, and a senbon a bit more practical. To her left a set of smoke bombs and practical wire.
Leaning over her digits clutch against the deadly steel. lifting the heavy object from the terrain she wields the windmill shuriken. Rearing her arm back, Mikasa launches the steel forward with uncanny accuracy, although the force causes her to become off balance and stumble forward. The curvature of the ninja tool arcs towards the ground prior to erupting upwards to cleave one of the four soulless targets in half, a dull clunking echoes about the grounds as the tool whizzing to the recipient. Luckily she didn't loose a finger or two, severely out of practice with the larger weapon.
Wiping at her brow, the medical kunoichi forces the object into the soil, settling beside the massive array of tools awaiting for the next bunch of students to appear. Hopefully the class would be exhilarating as the previous.
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