Target practice was one thing. It taught to fire in a straight trajectory, without sacrificing speed, or power, and the ability to train one's hand and eye to hit a specific target. In a successful ambush, one could utilize normal training. A stationary target.

But being caught up in combat meant that one had to make up for it, and aim for where a target would end up.

This was his goal in his practice today, knowing his mission was mainly spying, but not forgoing the chance that he would have to meet opponents head on. It's an hour that he manages, under the Konoha feat, entirely unaware of their impending attack.

The first explosion, like many others' reactions, seems ordinary. Accidents happen, demonstrations are had, other people practice. The ensuing rain of them is what stops him, the small sand bag he'd launched flying directly past him, gaze turned sharply towards the mass of eruptions littering his home village.

It'd begun, and his body is moving, mind taking a few instants to catch up. People are going to be harmed, rubble must be dodged, and smoke avoided as he makes a beeline for the Academy.