Yasaki's Eyes on The Sharpshooter

The sun's intense heat rays shot down on the greenest field in the shinobi world. Temperatures just well enough, for anyone to step outdoors and enjoy the day. The birds sat on nearby tree limbs, all eyes the center of the nearly vacant field. There stood one young woman, and a target board that was clear as could be. She made no sounds, and stood completely stiff and not even a violent gust of wind could force her to move. She was like a display doll in a clothing store, that even birds would take a chance and stand on her shoulders.

Eyeing the target down, a slight gust of wind picked up. Her pink wavy hair lifted in the wind flowing as if it were one with the currents. It was then when it all started. Everything as follows happened so quickly. A bow form instantly, created from nothing but the thinness of the air. Swiping along her side, an arrow create with a curved head. Turning about thirty degrees, she attached her arrow to her bow, and pulled back on it's spiritual string. Her index finger on the top of her arrow head, and her other fingers underneath, hugging the arrow. Releasing the string, the air went soaring to the sky at an above average speed. Travelling towards the woods, the arrow had been going strait past the target. Then suddenly, the arrow began to curve and turn. In the next moment, it was headed directly for the back of the target board.

Smashing against the back of the target board, it tore through the small dot on the front of the board. Her soft lips bearing pink lipstick slowly spread apart. "Bulls-eye." She stated.