The black market is the worst place of all within Sunagakure's walls. While, at a first glance, it could seem just an ordinary market, with dozens of stalls on each side of the road, this place was but an ordinary marketplace. If you want to find something illegal, downright dark or evil, this is the place to be. Everything goes on this street, from human traffic to cursed relics, to Uchiha and Hyuuga eyes. You can find everything here that you couldn't not find somewhere else were laws are obeyed. It was to easy to standout in this shady place, but a certain individual, resting in plain sight, certainly had done a great job in doing it. He was entirely clad in black. Black boots, black pants and a black shirt underneath a very worn out black leather jacket. His hands rested in his pant's pockets and he simply stared the populace walking around him, as if he was a pebble in a pond. This was a very hot day but, somehow, this Caucasian guy, had thought dressing completely in black was the best choice he could make. A closer look would reveal something odd. His jacket was not the only thing that was worn out, in fact, his entire choice of attire was under the same condition, as if he had not used anything else since the last couple of months. His face was not shaved, though he was not exactly sporting a mountaineer-like beard. He had a stub. His eyes were pitch black and he had a lit cigarette, resting at the corner of his lips.
Yes, he had chosen to standout as he, undoubtedly, did. But what was his goal with it?
Yes, he had chosen to standout as he, undoubtedly, did. But what was his goal with it?
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