A/N: Thank you KyoHana! No K&H this time, but I hope you'd enjoy it all the same.
Yusuke was blindfolded, bat in his hands, with a bulky object dangling on a piece of string in front of him. This was target practice, but no matter how many times he swung he kept missing the mark. Every time he missed, he could feel the the target swinging wildly by the change in airflow.
Next to him Hiei snickered disgustedly, Kuwabara cheered and hooted mockingly, and even Kurama accidentally let out an unkind chuckle.
Granny was berating him now, slinging insult after insult at him, "You idiot! How many times have I told you to work on your intuition? You're all brawl and no brains. What mighty god did I anger to get stuck with such a useless disciple? Is focusing your attention such a foreign concept to you that you can't even make one clean strike?"
Frustrated, Yusuke snarled and tossed the bat aside. Channeling his energy to his right fist, he released a torrent of ki at the target, finally hitting it and smashing it into hundreds of little pieces.
Candy spilled forth.
"Well, I suppose that's one way of breaking a pinata," Kurama observed drolly.