Re - Education Through Labor [P]

[Yun Disukai]

Yun walked along not really wanting to tire himself out after getting out of a hospital not too long ago. He held the necklace in his hand, looking down at it as he walked on the gravel path. His feet crunching in the dirt as he walked along with the cool breeze. The necklace was golden and quite shiny, probably could be sold for quite a bit if someone got their hands on it. But Yun didn't need to sell it he needed to bring it somewhere and so far he hadn't run into any trouble yet and hopefully he wouldn't on his way to Suna. It would be a long journey for just talking to a hermit. Yun sighed pocketing the necklace as he looked down the path, Traveling alone is boring, when takeshi was here at least we could talk. This sucks. Yun thought to himself as he continued down the road. "Oi." he muttered quietly scuffing his feet.

[Hashi Hyuuga]

Hizashi stood there, the wind hitting him hard on the face. It was a rowdy day, filled with huge lightning storms and pouring rain. It was time, he didn't want to live, He wanted to kill someone and die trying or just kill someone. He was pure evil. Something had gotten into him. He needed to kill, he needed to see blood, drink blood. He laugh hard and manically. He saw a person walk by with a nice necklace. He needed materials to kill, so he would steal that necklace and sell it. Hizashi hid behind a tree. Moments passed and the person walked a few meters away from him. He quickly flickered behind him, grasping on to the necklace and pulling it, breaking the string holding on to the owner. Hizashi then began to run at full speed towards the eastern side of the Sound Village, and try to hide.

((Sorry It's crappy, I'm busy))

[Yun Disukai]

Yun's hair blew by his face in a sudden rush as he saw someone grab the necklace. "HEY!" Yun shouted as the man continued running, Suddenly he appeared in front of the man as he ran, Sticking his arm out to block the man's path, it must have been one of those guys again, this one however didn't have a necklace on him. Yun grinned executing a quick side kick at the hand that was holding the necklace hoping to knock it out of his hands. Come on. He thought mind thick with concentration.

[Hashi Hyuuga]

Hizashi suddenly dropped the necklace and flew back. His pouch was left meters away from him and his scrolls were also. He was almost out of chakra due to the fact that he attempted to assasinate the Kazekage of the Sand. He stayed on the ground, not moving. His time was about to come..

"Kill me you pussy..." Hizashi chuckled.

[Yun Disukai]

Yun smiled, "My Pleasure." He said a handful of cards appearing in his hand. A single ten of hearts flew out at the man, Yun smirked as the ten attached itself to the man's chest. He activated the card and scratched his head waiting. This is way to easy.. yun thought looking at his opponent he noticed he wasn't wearing the camo, must be just some normal thief. Too bad ran into the wrong person today.

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10 of Hearts
Rank: C
Type: Gen
Description: Upon touch with an opponent while this card is activated, it causes extreme thoughts of suicide, and the opponents hands almost without conciousness try to kill the opponent.

[Hashi Hyuuga]

Hizashi didn't feel a thing. It all looked very normal to him. Suddenly, thoughts of huge depression began to overwealm him with fear. Hizashi suddenly began to cry as he walked towards his kunai pouch. He grabbed a kunai and held it up to his throat. The depression was all gone. A huge slash on the throat, blood spurred all over the place, head off. Hizashi then layed there, DEAD.

[Yun Disukai]

Yun walked over to the man's body. "Learn something in your next life." Yun said to the man's dead body as his card shot back up his sleeve, he reached down and picked up the necklace. He used a large amount of wind chakra to shoot dirt up over the man's body. After it was covered Yun looked around for witnesses and then continued on his walk. how weird. he thought quietly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets looking back at the small grave, Poor guy. He said bottling up his sadness.

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