@clutteredutsusemi
His old stomping grounds. Lots of times he’d come here in hopes that he could make a difference. Hoping that he could somehow put a stop or even make a dent in the criminal activity. Had he really wanted what was best for the Sector? Or was he just in it for the selfish gains that came from it? As his blade cut through the flesh of the last gang member, he paused for a moment, flicking blood off it with one quick, sharp flick of his wrist.
He felt another presence. Or rather, something didn’t feel right about this. His fingers clutched the hilt of his weapon tighter as he slowly canted his head. He didn’t want to waste the use of his Sharingan... so he would sooner call out and look like a fool to himself rather than use up a use of his ability for nothing.
“If you’re with them, come out so we can finish this.”












