Shisui had spotted the 'reserved' sign earlier and decided to bypass it, climbing up a tree whose branches spilled a ways off into said 'reserved' training fields instead. He was nestled comfortably in a snug little nook in one of the thick branches, watching the other nibbling on something. Watching him meant he knew where some of the traps were, and seeing as how there potentially was some sort of poison involved, Shisui decided he'd rather nope out of the challenge. For now. It had been a while and he wasn't sure if he'd be called in for a mission soon-- so should something go wrong, he'd be out of service for 24 hours.

This decision was bound to change, though, depending on circumstances.

But meanwhile, sitting high up hidden amidst the thick foliage, Shisui signals his presence: hands clasped over his mouth in such a way so as to provide the proper intonations for a bush warbler's call.