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[h2][b][u][color=7FFFD4]Training Ground 11[/color][/u][/b][/h2]
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As her squadmates continued their discussion, sensei called out to them not once, but twice. The first was just a half-baked insult. The second however...well, he sounded much less thrilled with how long they were taking. Something about it drew Kiyoko’s attention, something for she was immediately grateful. The Jounin’s hands flew together making shape after shape, after which he called out the name of his technique. The girl didn’t quite make out what he had said exactly, but she felt like it more or less translated to ‘move your asses or burn’, what with the barrage of fire that he had deemed fit to hurl in their direction.

Kiyoko didn’t waste a second. She immediately moved to dodge out of the way, but hesitated slightly. The fire wasn’t dead-on and if she were to have continued on her path...well, that’d be a helluva tan coming her way. Instead, the girl corrected herself and looped outwards, giving the fire a wide berth, or at least where she thought it would land. As luck would have it, she ended up driving the opposite way of Nakahara who had also skirted by unharmed. The boy ended up heading into the forested area on the perimeter of the field.

Hmm…

He had claimed to be a long range specialist...perhaps he could do something from the treeline. Perhaps not. Kiyoko didn’t quite plan on finding out. If she could go ahead and end the test, all the better, no?

She continued on her path, not quite heading into the woods, but keeping it as an option. As she ran in her orbit around the Jounin, Kiyoko pulled up her bow and nocked the arrow. Then, coming to a quick stop, she drew a bead on Hideo and drew back her shot, pulling the string back and releasing. The arrow flew straight towards Hideo, but Kiyoko didn’t have much faith that it would hit. As such, she didn’t waste any time watching, instead quickly returning to her run, trying to get another shot on her sensei.

She hadn’t gotten far when the girl came to a stop again, pulling up her bow once more and drawing back an arrow. But rather than aiming straight as she had before, Kiyoko aimed high, looking to set up a beautiful rainbow of pain. The girl launched one arrow, then another. She hadn’t even seen if her first shot had struck home, nor had tried to pinpoint where the jounin was in the circle.

It didn’t matter. Maybe if she was going for a kill, she’d be a bit more careful on the shots, but the goal for now was just forcing him out of the circle, no? If she could at least get the man somewhat worried about where her next shot was going to land, then maybe, JUST maybe, he’d be distracted enough for someone else’s attack to land.

Or maybe he’d be an idiot, stand still, and take an arrow. That’d be nifty.

But there was no time for fantasy. Kiyoko continued her path, resisting the temptation to shoot again. She couldn’t afford to let herself fall into a pattern. Keep him guessing and they might have a shot. Besides...while she did have quite a few more arrows, about twenty more give or take, she’d go through that quickly if she kept making blind shots. Instead, she kept an eye open, looking for an opportunity to shoot following one of the others’ attacks.

Hideo would fall, one way or another. Of that, she was certain. She had to be.