Konan had been glad to discover Wildewall's training grounds upon her arrival. Even though she didn't particularly want to have to use her shinobi training here, it was important to her to keep her skills sharp in case a time came where they were necessary. Sure, it would have been possible to train on her own, in the lands outside the village, but that was potentially very dangerous. At least here in the training grounds, people knew better than to walk in front of the targets someone was trying to use. If your target was an old oak tree in the forest, how would anyone approaching the area know to stay out of your way?
She didn't own many metal kunai and shuriken, generally preferring to use the paper constructs afforded to her by the Shikigami no Mai. They didn't cost anything, they couldn't break, they would never need repair, and she couldn't lose them. Quite possibly the best part of using her paper weapons was that she was able to direct them with her mind and chakra, in a way making any actual weapon skills unnecessary. Konan knew, however, that relying on one skill like that was unwise. Every technique had an opposite, a counter. Just because she hadn't come across a person that could easily negate the power of the Shikigami no Mai, that didn't mean this person didn't exist out there somewhere.
Thus, she was here at the training grounds practicing her aim with the actual weapons instead of her paper, standing across from a large target. She adjusted her grip on the kunai until it felt comfortable in her hand, getting used to its weight, figuring in her mind the angle and force she would have to use after adjusting for wind to hit the target dead center. She drew back and, with a flick of her wrist, sent the knife flying straight and true towards the bull's-eye. It sank into the target with a thunk and she frowned. Off center. This was why practice was important. In a battle for life and death, being a few inches off could mean hitting bone instead of a vital organ, or missing your target entirely. That was unacceptable.
Konan took a deep breath, readjusted, and tried again. She fell into a rhythm, seeing how closely she could cluster the weapons around the center of the target. Every so often, she had to stride out to the target to collect the knives before starting over. She didn't even notice the other people in the training grounds, quietly going about their business.
She did, however, notice that one of them seemed to be staring at her. Konan fired off another flawless shot and then turned slightly to face the stranger, a teenage boy holding a bow that didn't appear to have a string. Interesting. "Do you need something?" she asked him, keeping her tone level and her face neutral. She wasn't exactly fond of being stared at, but she wasn't going to get high and mighty and scold him for it either.