The cold length of a kunai pressed against Kotone's hands as she closed her eyes, feeling a light breeze rustle her hair. Inwardly she searched for any information from the past few years of training that might come to her, and after a few moments settled on a crystal clear image of a previous teacher. Though the lesson had been a particularly bland endeavor, something in young chuunin's voice as she talked about the various minutia of her career had roused something in Kotone at the time. She knew the woman was a warrior, dedicated to the cause the village, a quality she respected and begged to be given to her.
With this bit of inspiration, Kotone's eyes shot open as her hand pulled back. The small training area around her seemed to be covered in a crisp filter as her eyes honed in on the target in front of her, and with one swift motion, the kunai leapt from her hand to hurtle toward the target. Another still moment passed, and then the empty corner was filled with a stream of high pitched curses, running together in no sensible order but conveying the full feeling of frustration nonetheless.
Stepping forward, Kotone yanked the projectile from it's spot far to the outer edge of the target, and spun around with her tongue still lashing at the air. Stomping away from the target, Kotone could feel the wind pick up again, nature seeming to echo the girl's internal turmoil as she crossed the spot she had previously thrown from. Without turning around the girl tossed the kunai over her shoulder at the target and continued on her path of auditory destruction. Though she had not seen it, the weapon landed squarely in center of the target, contrasting the previous hole far on the outer rim. This did nothing to calm the verbal onslaught of the girl as she continued to rave at noone in particular , never bothering to glance back at her accidental handiwork.
[Exit]
With this bit of inspiration, Kotone's eyes shot open as her hand pulled back. The small training area around her seemed to be covered in a crisp filter as her eyes honed in on the target in front of her, and with one swift motion, the kunai leapt from her hand to hurtle toward the target. Another still moment passed, and then the empty corner was filled with a stream of high pitched curses, running together in no sensible order but conveying the full feeling of frustration nonetheless.
Stepping forward, Kotone yanked the projectile from it's spot far to the outer edge of the target, and spun around with her tongue still lashing at the air. Stomping away from the target, Kotone could feel the wind pick up again, nature seeming to echo the girl's internal turmoil as she crossed the spot she had previously thrown from. Without turning around the girl tossed the kunai over her shoulder at the target and continued on her path of auditory destruction. Though she had not seen it, the weapon landed squarely in center of the target, contrasting the previous hole far on the outer rim. This did nothing to calm the verbal onslaught of the girl as she continued to rave at noone in particular , never bothering to glance back at her accidental handiwork.
[Exit]
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