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Galileo frowned at the teacher. Did the teacher have some awesome ability to read minds? He didn’t know. He was bored with this place and wanted to leave. “I’ll do it if t makes Sensei happy.” He said as he got up and walked at the front of the room. He wondered who he would change into for a while as he just stood there, thinking. “Oh, I got it! Henge no Jutsu!” He performed the hand signs as he spoke and a puff of smoke appeared around his body. When the smoke clears, Galileo was in the form of Victoria, Chloe’s friend, but Galileo’s “boobs” were bigger. “Okay, it wasn’t exactly her… At least I tried.” He said with a grin as he transformed back and sat back down next to Chloe.

Phoibe walked in the classroom with the other girls. When she saw her brother, she was in shock. She just gawked as he walked back his seat with a stupid, yet evil looking grin on his face. ‘Does he think he’ll get lucky or something?’ she thought as she sat in her seat and opened her book. She had no knowledge of the Jutsu they were doing ad it scared her.

Azal walked around the academy. He was already bored of this place, not really all that interesting. He didn't need many jutsu from here, in fact he could probably get by with none of them. He decided to learn one or two just for the hell of it. Why not right? Instead of being instructed by a teacher, he planned to just learn it himself. Such low level jutsu were not hard to learn, nor master. So he was set in his ways on learning whatever by himself. He tended to be a loner; the only person he actually hung around was Syrahn. He planned to graduate quickly and join his friend. Unfortunetly Syrahn was currently in the Chuunin exams; so no matter how quickly Azal graduated, he would have to wait a while to chill with his old pal. He also really wanted to duel with Syrahn, it had been forever since they last went at it. In fact, the last time they fought it was with wooden swords and kunai. They had so little skill, it could hardly be called more than a childs game. Which of course is pretty much was it was. Azal decided that the jutsu that might best suit him later on would be henge. The ability to change shape and disguse may be useful. Though he could always just turn into water... He looked at the list of others as well. Water walk was useless, he was water so it's not like he couldn't do that already. He had no want or use for climbing a tree. If he wanted a clone he would go back to his village and learn to make one of water. Truely, he had never seen such a list of useless abilities. "Henge it is...." he thought, and set to work on learning it.

Kawari had been sitting in the seat for several moments already. Classes had yet to start for the day, but she had arrived the requisite fifteen minutes early. Unlike the humans, she did not really get bored as such. So she waited patiently, and sure enough, over the following minutes, the other students meandered in, one by one or in small groups. They were of varying ages and regions, though the latter was hard to guess. The only real clue was the outfits they wore. The one wearing a heavy coat was likely from Hidden Snow or thereabouts, while the one wearing a light cloak and hood could very well hail from Hidden Sand.

Moments after what seemed to be the last student arrived, the teacher walked in. a middle-aged man, he seemed quiet and unassuming. Likely just an act, as he was a ranked Jounin. It seemed highly unlikely that anyone could attain such a rank by being meek. So it had to be an affectation rather than a true personality quirk. The instructor called the class to order, and began the lesson. Others might call it boring, but not Kawari. She would not call it exciting either. It was a lesson, that was it. She followed along with it, storing it in her memory for when she would need to do it. When the time came for practical examples, she made sure to note everything that seemed a part of the process. Much of it she would not be capable of doing on her own, due to her particular quirk. But knowing how it was done would still be immensely useful. After all, it would certainly help her to be able to recognize if an enemy were to try those same actions against her, would it not?

The sound of a bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. She was about to leave, when the instructor asked her to remain behind for a moment. She gave a curt nod before stepping closer to their desk, waiting for the other students to file past and leave. Once they had, the instructor gave her an odd look. She wasn't too familiar with the nuances of facial expressions and emotions, but it seemed similar to what was called pity? She asked what he wanted to talk to her about. He seemed to hesitate before answering, but when he finally managed to say it, it was a bit of a surprise. He said that he knew that she could not use Ninjutsu or Genjutsu. And since that was the bulk of the Academy's coursework, there would be little she could accomplish here. He suggested she proceed directly to the physical exam portion of the course, and take an early graduation, before traveling to other places that had a more comprehensive system in place to teach beginners Taijutsu.

Kawari remained silent for a while before nodding. She asked when they could begin the required portions of her abbreviated courses, and he said he could have the course set up by that evening. With that settled, she nodded her farewell and left the classroom, to wait until it was time for what would be her final exam. That had to be either a record of some kind of a surprising coincidence, going to her final exam the day she had begun her classes.

During this unexpected free time, she acted much like any of the other students did. Just a little less social. She went to the cafeteria and had a simple meal. Even though she was virtually completely mechanical, she could still process normal foods for their caloric intake. She could eat other things if the need arose, this was more a concession to put the others ate ease. Seeing her eat like a human would help to eliminate the 'not-us' factor that might otherwise be prevalent. Once she had finished her meal, she wound up going into the Academy's library. It was pretty much an average library. Despite holding the secrets of the basics in the art of the ninja, the majority of the items within were fairly ordinary pieces. Dissertations on weather systems, records of sales and acquisitions, and political papers. It was only when one thought outside of the box that one would realize just how vital each of those papers could be. she selected a few at random and began flipping through them. That was one aspect of her unusual nature she saw no reason to change. Being a very quick reader. Rather than reading like a human would, she was just recording the pages as they were, so she could recall them at any time she wished.

A few hours had passed, and she had made short work of several shelves full of dissimilar literature. Glancing up at a clock, she realized it was about time for her final exam. Leaving the library, she left the building itself, walking along it's side to reach one of the training fields in the back. Some of those fields were already in use. Students practicing their accuracy with kunai, or running through obstacle courses. Hers seem pretty much empty, save for a lone figure standing at it's center. It was her instructor, of course. She stopped a few feet away from them at parade rest, and they immediately went into what her final exam would be. She listened carefully as they went through the stages. The first was a simple set of activities designed to test her capabilities. Wind sprints, followed by several other calisthenics, followed by a two mile run.

the second phase was a hunt of sorts. She would be given a clue, which would lead her through a series of further clues. The second phase would only be done once she solved whatever problem the clues would reveal. The third phase, the instructor refused to say just yet. Kawari nodded, preparing herself for the first phase. Once the signal was given, she set off, putting all of her discretionary energy into speed and agility. The exercises continued for close to an hour before she was allowed to stop. the instructor didn't comment on her performance, but there was a quiet pleasure in his eyes. He checked his watch before giving a last minute set of instructions for the second phase. The first clue was to be found where the sun was extinguished. That was all that he would say.

Kawari remained where she was, thinking over what the clue could mean. The sun could obviously not be extinguished, if it did, the entire world would die. So it had to be a symbolic phrase. What could extinguish the sun? Night? No, night wasn't a location. Water? Well, possibly, but where would there be enough water to extinguish the sun? The sun was impossibly huge, and hot enough to evaporate water long before it got even remotely close to it. No, it had to be something symbolic. A painting? No, she didn't remember seeing any paintings in the Academy.

Why a painting? It seemed possible, a picture of the sun setting, being extinguished over a crystal clear lake. Wait, that was it! Recalling a map of the area, she spotted a relatively close large pond. From the right angle, it would look like the setting sun would actually sink into it! That was it! She set off immediately, disappearing into the woods surrounding the Academy. The pond was a fair distance away, a good hour's travel time. By then, the sun was already beginning to set. She would have to hurry. Checking her coordinates, she headed toward the western edge of the pond. The sun rose in the east, and sank in the west. So the next clue would have to be there!

Taking a closer look at her surroundings, she inspected the area. There was the edge of the pond, the clear water rippling occasionally from a low-flying bird seeking a meal. The closest plants beyond grass was a slender tree over twenty feet away, a bit too far to seem likely. But there! Near the edge, there was a large boulder! That seemed possible! She approached it, and spent a few moment inspecting it's surface. Looking for a hidden panel, or a disguised missive. Nothing. That left underneath. Sending discretionary power to her servomotors, she braced herself against the large rock, and pushed. At first, nothing. But then, with an audible creak, it shifted free, loosened dirt crumbling off it's buried portion.

With a final shove, the rock flipped over onto it's face, revealing it's dirt-colored bottom to the sun. And there, obvious against the rich black, was a taped square of white. Tearing it free, she looked at it for a long moment. At first it appeared to be nonsense, just lines and specks. But then her memory banks supplied a source, it was a code! Running it through a series of cryptographic algorithms, she came up with the unscrambled solution. Which didn't make sense either, just zeroes and ones. Of course, binary! It went even quicker solving that, leaving a much more comprehensible message this time. "Where can Bacchus stand back to back with a boxer?" Another riddle. What did the two have in common? Seemingly nothing. One was a mythological god of wine and revelry, the other was a fighter. Why would they stand back to back? How could they stand back to back? The only similarity that came to mind was that they both started with the same letter.

Could it be something so simple? If it was, then where in the world was the next clue? No dictionary would jump from Bacchus straight to boxer, there were hundreds of other words between them. Maybe... Maybe the answer wasn't in one book, but in many? The library! Dashing off once more, she maneuvered through the rapidly darkening forest, returning to the Academy. Luckily, it hadn't been locked up just yet, but she'd still have to hurry. Returning to the library, she checked the labels of the various sections, looking to see if there was any way the two disparate subjects could be shelved near each other. Nothing. Mythological titles were in the 200s, according to the Dewey decimal system, while physical recreation like fighting was all the way in the 800s.

Stalking out from the aisles, Kawari approached the counter. There, she found a stack of books that had yet to be shelved. Glancing at the titles, she was shocked to see a book on Greek mythology, right on top of a book on Greco-Roman wrestling. Which of course included segments on boxing. Carefully, she lifted half of the stack, and peered on top of the next book. There it was, the next clue! Picking up the slip of paper, she carefully put the books back before reading it. "Return to sender." What? There wasn't a postmark, it hadn't been sent through the postal service, had it? Wait, her instructor had sent her on this task, maybe it meant go back to report completion? It made as much sense as anything else, so it was worth a shot.

Leaving the Academy once more, she quietly walked to the same field where she had been given the scavenger task. Surprisingly enough, the instructor was still there, looking rather bored. When he finally noticed her, he seemed surprised. He complimented her on her speed in finishing, he hadn't expected to see her until morning. She couldn't help but ask if he had really planned to wait in the field all night. He nodded, saying that sometimes final exams demanded just as much from the instructors as the students. She nodded, and asked what the next stage of her exam was. Rather than answer with words, the instructor answered with a fist.

the punch was rapid, thrown forcefully, and only stopping a mere centimeter from her face. She blinked in surprise, and quickly leaped back. If he had really wanted to hit her, he would have, that had been a warning. She'd have to be more careful. Rather than wait for him to attack again, she rushed forward, preparing to lash out with a powerful right hook. Unfortunately he was gone by the time she got there. Spinning on her heel, she bent forward, lashing out behind her with a sweeping kick. She felt the barest contact, she had almost had him that time. He was already landing a solid ten feet away, however, smirking at her.

Frowning slightly, she kept up the attack, closing the distance and trying to predict where he would be. More often than not, she missed wildly. After a few misses, he started giving her solid raps to the back each time he avoided her strike. Not to do any real damage, but to point out just how inexperienced she was. This only served to make her try harder. She rushed to close the distance again, before rolling to the side, lashing out with a complicated series of rolling kicks. This maneuver seemed to have surprised the instructor, who got hit cleanly in the shin, and hobbled back a few feet, cursing softly.

He recovered quickly, however, and readied to deflect her next strike. Unfortunately she wasn't where she had been before, she had tapped into all of her discretionary energy to bolster her speed, and was already behind him, and lashing out with a fierce rabbit punch to the lower back. The instructor fell to one knee, the pain from the kidney strike momentarily stunning him. Kawari had no intention of showing mercy without being told to, so she quickly raised a leg to drop down savagely in an axe heel strike. The instructor sensed this, and used his full ability to stop her, grabbing her by the ankle and physically throwing her to the side. When she got to her feet, he set her at ease, telling her the exam was over.

His expression still held some pain, but he seemed more than capable to continue. Obviously she hadn't won, but she wasn't supposed to, it would seem. She went into a neutral stance and listened as he said he felt she was more than ready to leave the Academy and continue her studies elsewhere. She had the strength and the potential. All that she needed now was the experience and knowledge. Both of which she would find elsewhere. as she was technically in a class of her own, she would not receive a proper graduation ceremony, but she did receive her headband and a small sheaf of papers with important facts and figures to keep in mind for the future. they covered the various policies of the different villages, including who was or was not allowed to enter, traveler's visas, and more. She solemnly thanked her instructor, and once she was dismissed, took her leave. She had only a few small trinkets to gather up before making her final farewell from the Academy. Even though she had only been there one day, she had accomplished what she needed to.

(2500 )

Satusari only walked into the Academy. He only sighed slowly as he looked at all the students in the academy. He only wished that he had time to come prepared. All the people here were well below him. He only wanted to stay home and watched TV. He enjoyed TV..at least what he thought he enjoyed television. It didn’t matter to him He just preferred not to be around people. They always looked at him strangely because of his containment suit. It was made out of a strange leather. The suit kept him intact. The suit kept him from losing his body and different parts of himself. He only sat there in the class as he read the book while the Academy teacher started to read the book to his class. Satusari only started to pay attention to the class. He only stared off into space for a moment.
A young uchiha sat in the sat in the seat next to him. He only stared at the suit for a moment as Satsuri only started to dream about the future. He looked and saw mounds and mounds of sand. Satsuri saw himself flying with the master of Sand Gaara himself. Satsuri was only flying across the land as he smiled and him and Gaara laughed. They looked at the giant panda bears that were made out of sand in the Land of Hidden Sand. They flew and laughed laugh and flew. They would only come down to have subway and eat sandwiches that they got made. Satsuri wouldn’t need his containment suit because the suit was pointless. He would be Sand and Gaara would hsow him the complete way of how to control Sand. However in the young boy day dream he would be ignoring the young boy that was getting ready to touch him. The day dream however was something more amazing than anything than the teacher could teach him. Satsuri only looked and he smiled happily as the dream came to a complete end.
The uchiha touched him. The dream ended. The uchiha touched him not just once but twice. Satsuri face only seemed to strangly twist. As the boy looked and he grabbed hold of the containment suit.
“Your weird kid..and I don’t like no sand punks in my village..”
Satsuri didn’t say a world. He didn’t have any weapons. He didn’t know any jutsus. However he was still dangerous. He was still a ninja from the sand village. Most ofo all he was trained weapon by the village of Hidden Sand. The leaf village was once a thorn in their side. His ‘father’ had always taugh t him to be tolerance of the other villages. But once his suit was touched that was way to much for him. Satsuri only rolled his hand hand around and stared at him once. He hoped that he wouldn’t do it again. He was hoping that he wouldn’t do it again. Or he would make him pay. Make him pay that he wasn’t born. Use his own weapons against him. Kill him. Well maybe not kill. But hurt..Hurt Very Very badly. Satsuri prepared to go back into his own daydream. The kid touched him again, and again. He even pulled out a kunai. He poked him with it. That was the last straw.
“No more..”

Satsuri said with no emotion. Once the kunai poked his ‘skin’. Satsuri quickly placed a patch on his suit. He didn’t need to show his complete power to kill this guy. Don’t kill. He kept forgeting that. His father siad that killing only made him like them. However he wanted to be like them. Teach these bastards some manners. Satsuri only watched him again. He reached forward to cut into his skin. Satsuri only cross chopped his arm. Breaking it across the bone. Satsuri then took the kunai out of his hand and stabbed him in the chest. No where vital but enough to send him a message. Satsuri only watched as the young boy bleed. Satsuri then brought his hand up as he was going to karate chop him in throat stopping him. However as his hand was about to come down he felt a hand stop him. Satsuri only started to go for the second hand to swing with the second hand but his other hand was pinned up against him. Satsuri only looked and he saw that he was pined up against the wall by a teacher.

“Ah so you are the young student from Hidden Sand that they told me to be on the look out for. They said you would be coming are you okay..? I see that he poked your containment suit. Here let me take a look at it..”

Satsuri only looked at the girl in the eyes once. She was the hyuuga girl that fought her cousin way back in the day. Hinita. She careful walked to him and placed a patch on his suit. She only gave a brief smile and twitched her nose.

“Is that better? Don’t want you losing part of your body....on your first day of class. They said life would be kind of rough for you because of the suit. They didn’t tell me much they just said you were to be on your best behavior while you were here..and I am sure to make that you don’t slip up and kill anybody here..We don’t want any deaths while you are here okay..”

Satsuri only looked at her. He didn’t understand the art of not killing or why not to kill. He didn’t care about killing. IT only made him scratch his head. He would rather be at home watching tv. He was rather sick of playing ninja. He just wanted to go home. Take off his suit and kill some time by watching some comedy shows. However he was stuck here learning hte basics of ninja training. He would never understand the point of fighting. He enjoyed fighting. However he would rather watch Tv then just learn pointless ninjutsus or training techniques. For some reason in the academy they taught hypothetical situation. Never how to kill. Never what to do when when something went awol. Why not teach dangerous ninjutsus. Why not teach something other than these useless academy techniques. Pointless things. If you are not going to kill them why not. Saturi only tipped his hat. Or his imaginary hat.

“I see no point of this...So I am Leaving. I am going home to watch TV.”

“Eait Wait wati. You havn’t even learned anything yet. Gosh young man you need to stop jumping so fast you gotta learn to float before you start to fly. Okay? So calm down alright. Trust me. Just let me at least show you how to manipulate your chakra.. That would be helpful for you..Being made completly out of sand can you freely move any part of your body?”

Satsuri couldn’t move his body in any shape of form that well without trying very hard. He heard of a woman named Hedoro..that he wanted to meat. She was like him in many ways..except made out of a liquid. However back to him..he couldn’t focus on his body he often just thought of himself as a regular human. Except made out of sand. Except he was also a failed clone of the nibi. But other than that he just enjoyed watching television. He enjoyed eating food.. Even though he didn’t need to eat. He enjoyed eating chips, ramen, and limes. He often loved limes. Limonade was pretty good.

“Focus!”

Hinita slammed her hand on the table.


“Are you watching?”

Hinita only started her basic chakra manipulation. She made a trigram with her chakra. He felt the chakra on his sand. It was almost radiating off his suit. He was actually scared that she would cut through his suit if she got to mad at him. Satsuri only sat there and watched her chakra move. He then looked at her.

“See it’s basic movment. Chakra is like water..You just have to know how to let it move through you. Your body isn’t like ours. Your body is a pure charka holding this sand together. You just have to focus..Your body is not like ours..remember that. Your body is all chakra. You can move whole body again..your whole body is a weapon.. Your whole body can move..You just have to let yourself go...Do you understand?”

Satsuri only watched as he pulled off his patch. As he started to come out of his suit. He only looked up with a slight sigh coming from his breathe. He stood there and he focused hard to give himself a body.

“I don’t understand..I can’t create a body..”

“You’re not trying..focus. Remember your body is chakra..It’s living. You can control yourself. You can do it all..You just have to focus. Remember that..make a body.. Just like your in the suit.. Make yourself solid..”

Satsuri only started to focus. As his body became whole. He made his body completely out of sand. Hinita only looked at him and smiled. She clapped for him a bit. However she just couldn’t believe how quickly he aught along. He wasn’t all that impressed. He just sighed slowly as he really wanted to go home now. Watch some tv. Get some soup. See his ma and pa. However he couldn’t leave quite yet. She only started to run at him as fast as possible. He couldn’t figure out what she was doing as her hand started to glow blue it hith im in the chest. He felt all of his body attacking at once. Screaming in pain. She looked at her glowing fist and she only pulled back slowly. She wasn’t sure if that had been to much. She was a trained Jounin using only a bit her power against him might have been to much already.
Satsuri had felt his body destroyed. He looked and had to think of what she said. His body was living. His body was breathing. His body hurt like hell. However with focus. He was able to bring his body back together. Amazing amount of focus the sand all started to clump together and form a giant shape. He only let out a roar as he managed to pull together a basic sand shape. He held his chest as it still hurt to breathe. Still hurt to think to breathe. Still hurt to think. Still hurt to do any of this.

“Why?”

“To show you that..when yo ugo out into the real world it will hurt..and that you are not the best ninja. To show you..you’re weakness and your flaws..and better yet to show you that TV isn’t all that great..”


Satsuri only gave looked at her for a moment. As he flew back in his containment suit. He looked at the books Hinita gave him. They were all about form..chakra..ninjutsu..genjutsu. Hinita only watched him throw the books down. She only gave him a brief smile. He was nothing like the other students she had seen. He didn’t want to be the greatest ninja known to man. He didn’t want to be ninja almost. He just seemed like he wanted to be a kid. However kids like him were never meant to be kids. They were meant to kill and meant to destroy. Especaily him..he would be a force to be reckon with. She only gave another smile before she reported to the liaison that she had done her job.

“Bah..books never helped me get any were..They won’t help me now..I already have my way of the ninja..and it’s not through these..”

Satsuri said as he threw the books down on the ground. He sighed slowly. He didn’t care about that. Being a ninja was about killing. Being a ninja was about death. Being a ninja was about being secretive. However he didn’t care about any of this anymore. Satsuri only started to take out of his containment suit.

“Ma is so going to kill me when she sees that I don’t have this containment suit when I get back home. OH well I just feel like drifting home tonight..what can I say..See you later Hinita..but I rather watch TV then to do any of this..”

As Satsuri fully got undressed. His sand body was exposed. A large gust of wind blew. And he was gone faster than he had came in the academy. He was in the air with his mentor. Living in his favorite day dream. At least until the wind ended and he would have to reshape himself. Hopefully he wouldn’t land in a lake. Again. He hated landed in water. Water took him a bit longer to reshape. Hopefully he would be in the land of the Sand. Last time he had not learned how to reconstruct himself. Hopefully this time if he landed in a pit of water. He could reconstruct himself. He learned a lot from her. But he had to get to town. He had to see his cartoons. He could never miss them or he wouldn’t learn the secret ninja arts.
((2189 Academy Complete.))

Joachim entered a class and sat down as quiet as he could the calls was all males so he was in good company. he let the whole class go by it was quite boring then he whent to the teacher. and challenged him to a fight. they where outside and would soon begin when the fight began joachim wasted no time calling forth joachim to distract his teacher while he hit him with a vector that was the end he got what he whanted so he walked around looking at other peoples classes while he wasted some time doing nothing. while he was on a tree he began to sing a song he enjoyed, a song that she tought him. as he sang he fell into a sleep trance. when he awoke he had a few ninjas in his face. he remembered the fight he had to get into a being something above a gennin. he got away from them and got i a ready position.
" oh the sleppy head whants to fight?"
they rushed him. there three of them. he just smiled as he sang.
" oh tought he skies seem grey"
he avoided them all.
" and the seas seem dark."
he punched one in the stomach going over him to spin kick the coming ninja.
" do not shed tears"
he brougth up his staff to hit the last ninja in the head the guy fell down.
" for sin goes to sleep the eternal peace is here and no one had to die."
it was a favorite a song of his family since it reminded them of sin being dead. he looked at the fallen ninjas. it was abius to him they where just starting since the competition he met in the tournament he realised just how week he is, this would be a cross he would not allow anyone else to see it. he would have to get stronger.


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As Aisu began to get the hang of her hand signs she noticed a small butterfly floating on the wind. “Oh, that butterfly is so lucky! I wish I were born with the Wind Element. Instead, I’m stuck with this silly Water! What good is it!? I live next to the ocean!” Aisu quickly caught herself in her rant and let out a small sigh. “I need to watch myself. There’s no reason to be mad. I’ll work with what I was given.” She thought for a moment, about what she would turn into if this technique were to actually work, and quickly though of something. “I know! I’ll become a butterfly if I can pull off this technique!”

[Henge No Jutsu 2/3]

I think it would be fair to say that after mastering her first move, Aisu got a bit cocky. Instead of actually practicing other moves, all she did was prattle about in her new butterfly form. Still, it was a great start. “Now for my next move, let’s see…” Aisu pulled out her kunai and swung it at the air. “Actually, I think I’ll just train with the kunai, I mean after all, I haven’t used it in a while.” Aisu Walked over to a test dummy and snickered bitterly at it. She had full intentions of demolishing it, but how? Perhaps she could use her new jutsu and then tear it up! Yes, that would definitely work! “Okay, Hengo no Jutsu!” Aisu made severly hand signs before turning herself into what she thought would be a grown-up version of herself… Though it wasn’t much of a difference except her hair was much longer and she of course, was naturally taller. “Ha-Ha, now I can fight like I’m a grown woman!” Aisu Gripped her Kunai tightly and swung it at the test dummy cutting its wooden arm off. “Wow! I’m pretty strong! Though, I must keep training!" Aisu continued to train until she finally was excellent with her kunais…

[Kunai & Shuriken Target Practice 2oo/2oo
Kunai & Shuriken Target Practice Complete!]