"Hey -" he protests reflexively, bringing his arm up (too late) to block the wet earth flying at him. Leo touches the splotch of mud under his eye, then brings it away to stare sightlessly at the slickness on his fingers. Belatedly, it's setting in - he's blind. Is this really a training exercise? There's the faint-but-steady rhythm of footsteps in the distance, along with odd bird-like creatures at their right that he can't quite identify from shape and sound alone.

He doesn't know the reasons for these strange abnormalities, and ordinarily, this would be a great reason to hit the panic button - but the little girl's laughter draws his psyche away from any and all unanswered questions like a lightning beacon. Leonardo crouches down in the cool, soft earth, swiping a wrist across his face to clean the smudge of mud from his cheek. He smiles at the girl; it takes some skill to one-up a ninja, even a blind one.

"Nice shot."