Mitsuhide traveled alone to the training grounds mainly to pass the time. He started by practicing his accuracy with shooting the bones from his fingers. He placed targets on a few trees. he stood on the ground and took a deep breath. He looked for the target that was easiest to hit and locked on to it. He shot the bone of his index finger. *FFT!* The bone hit the middle of the target. "That was way too easy." Mitsu thought to himself. he looked and found the hardest target to hit: small and far-off. He aimed his left pinky at the target. He is right hand dominant and has the least precision with his pinky, so this was one of the most difficult shots he could attempt, aside from making the target mobile. *FFT!* He closed his eyes and hoped he had hit its center. He opened his eyes and he hit just outside of the bulls-eye. He decided to practice this a few more times, making adjustments with his technique and his bones. After about thirty minutes had gone by, he felt comfortable with his accuracy. He removed all of his targets and threw them away. He sat down by a nearby river and listened to the sounds of nature. He often liked sitting outside, alone, listening to and watching nature. He particularly loved stargazing. He realized he was begging to doze off and breathed in deeply. he stood back up and headed for home again, waiting for the Hokage to post the assignments of teams and senseis.