Miyako was beyond ready for the battle the haughty Leaf bimbo had challenged her too. She'd been at risk of losing sleep going over battle strategies the night before. Her understanding of Kaori was limited but defined. She'd only been willing or able to teach her certain types of jutsu. She'd mastered using jutsu through her weapons and she had the ability to manifest another presence which with coordination was a serious tactical advantage. All possibilities were considered - as were the odds. She was fighting an older opponent with more experience. Her opponent had a serious disability but also was skilled enough to continue working with it.
Her own greatest advantage was the element of surprise and being underestimated. If this wasn't a rather blunt attempt on her life then she'd likely be wearing kid gloves to avoid seriously harming a genin. With that much of a gap Miyako saw no need to hold back in return. Ran was tuned, her tools had been triple checked for quality and her chakra was at it's peak. There was little doubt in her mind whether or not she could put up a good fight. Winning was the hard part.
She sat at the edge of the arena as she waited for her opponent, arms crossed over her chest as she glowered straight ahead. The insults from the day prior hadn't left her mind. Right now it was a balancing act between using them as fire to motivate her and them simply blinding her in an attempt to take down her opponent. Miyako had a lot more at stake than this blind bimbo did. She had her family's name to uphold and her own pride as a shinobi. She couldn't afford to lose.
Her own greatest advantage was the element of surprise and being underestimated. If this wasn't a rather blunt attempt on her life then she'd likely be wearing kid gloves to avoid seriously harming a genin. With that much of a gap Miyako saw no need to hold back in return. Ran was tuned, her tools had been triple checked for quality and her chakra was at it's peak. There was little doubt in her mind whether or not she could put up a good fight. Winning was the hard part.
She sat at the edge of the arena as she waited for her opponent, arms crossed over her chest as she glowered straight ahead. The insults from the day prior hadn't left her mind. Right now it was a balancing act between using them as fire to motivate her and them simply blinding her in an attempt to take down her opponent. Miyako had a lot more at stake than this blind bimbo did. She had her family's name to uphold and her own pride as a shinobi. She couldn't afford to lose.