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Even to this day, people from that underground fight club located in the underside are after him. Damn, and they never learn. Once more, Sun stands over a pile of groaning men that are in pain. They are all sprawled across the ground of an alleyway pathetically.
"As much as I enjoy our little games, I'm getting real bored." Sun says, using the tip of his shoe to nudge at one of the nearest guy. They wheeze and roll over to their side followed by a grunt. Sun lifts his gaze from them to a stand-by. Briefly, SO, SO briefly there seems to be a light wave of a headache that passes over him. He could have sworn he just saw someone he should have recognized standing right where the man stands.
Sun blinks, eyes focusing back to the white haired man with the grey eyes.
"Are they your's?" He decides to ask. Something tells him the answer is no. No they are not his.















