Miya thought this simple. If she figured out how to create destructive waves of sound, all she would have to do is modify the wavelengths in her sound chakra. Quite simple... As she listens to her sensei's instructions, Miya jerked her head back on reaction as the clone tried to put the blindfold on her. She wasn't too keen on letting her guard down but Priest has a good reputation, she trusted him not to... Perhaps brutally beat her to death. She was not the most safe person in the ninja world. No one is... She lets the clone blindfold her and increases the amount of sound chakra in her ear drums and fluctuates the patterns at a high degree. Not only could she hear her own breathing and heartbeat at a much higher rate, as if she was listening to someone speak face to face, but she could hear Priest's as well. She readied herself in a defensive stance as the first fruit had been thrown. By the sound waves it produced throughout the area, although she could not pinpoint exactly where it came from, she took a guess and bobbed her head to the left, fortunately, it was indeed thrown at her face. As the clone threw more and more fruit, she bobbed and weaved, not getting touched by a single fruit and becoming more in tune with the technique as she dodged. Even the clone looked impressed. Perhaps an emotion stemming from their original form: Priest. As the last few fruits were thrown, Miya quickly pulled out a katana and cut them in half with amazing elegance as they passed by and as she bobbed and weaved through the barrage of healthiness. Last but not least, a coconut and then a pumpkin was thrown. She cut the coconut in half and threw her sword right where the pumpkin was headed and it deterred its line forward to a fine line backwards, going past Priest and his clone(s) and sticking to a nearby tree. That was a solid throw of the sword for something as heavy as a pumpkin to get stuck to a tree but alas, Miya was a bukijutsu expert and a tough cookie. She planned to show the great skill she had in one of the first ways she could show off non-violently: training. She heard nothing but the sound of her heartbeat and thought that it was perhaps over. She took off her blindfold and the fruit salad tossing had indeed stopped. She checked herself to see if she was hit. If she was, she didn't feel it due to her adrenaline rush. Nothing gets the blood pumping like the thought of getting pelted in the face with a hard ass coconut... She did not get hit... She relaxed herself and took a deep breath... "How was that, sensei?" She asked very curiously.