"Distance: 500 meters... Crosswind speed: 15.4 kilometers per hour gentle breeze. Adjusting alignment to the left..." the assassin in the beige cloak muttered under his breath as he aimed the rather odd shaped arrow on his matte black bow. He was... Many rooftops away from Namimori High School, making preparations for the 'damn drunkard's' assignment. 

"Wind eddies... Vortices from five directions... Adjusting alignment to the right..." Of course, he wasn't aiming directly [i]at[/i] the school. He was an assassin, not a terrorist, and his mission told him to be as non-lethal as possible (despite the fact that the damn drunkard told him to blow it up!). Of course, he also told him that he had to do it by attacking Nami High, but he never said missing the target wasn't an option. But even if it was, he wanted to miss [i]precisely[/i] and with [i]style[/i], not miss like some untrained [i]amateur[/i]. 

Nagato listened to sounds of the wind as they flowed and swirled into colliding vortexes that formed fixed directions for only moments at a time. For a time period lasting less than two seconds, the wind eddies stabilized. He took in a breath and shot the arrow.

Meanwhile...

The Namimori High School Archery Club had targets set up outside today, as to simulate the effects of the tournament they would be participating in soon. 

Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to train for quite a while, as an arrow whizzed through the sky, penetrating through the bullseye of the target, and subsequently exploding as an. illusion of an explosion...

But wasn't simulating the concussive force and the heat of an explosion, basically starting an explosion?

Namimori High School would be racked with an explosion that didn't cause any property damage, whatsoever. Just a significant amount of panic, an influx of heat, and a rather loud boom. All because Nagato cared. 

Somewhat. 

He wouldn't replace the target he had destroyed, though.

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"It's done, asshole," Nagato said over the phone, "I'll suppose you want me to go in and attack or something equally inane?"

"... .... Oh? Just observe the reactions?" Nagato shrugged before starting off towards Nami High, teasingly saying over the phone, "looks like someone's actually has half a braincell when sober~"