Hina peeked around a corner as the moon started to rise above the horizon. She was in the middle of a bustling marketplace in suna and she was up to no good. She’d been contemplating committing some crimes to boost her income but she really hadn’t quite committed to the idea. Still, it couldn’t hurt to scope things out. She activated her sharingan, and tried to look into nearby stalls and shops to see how well guarded the money boxes were. She cursed her inability to look more than a short distance and wished she had the ability to use her damn eyes properly. Still, she couldn’t complain that much, seeing as though she was half hoping she’d fail.
It wasn’t thirty seconds before Hina’s eyes slowly transitioned back into the base version of the uchiha eye, albeit with a light blue tint to them that made her “special.” “Ugh, this is hopeless,” Hina said with a sigh. She shook her head and sweat dripped from her short white hair. She wasn’t even dressed for the occasion, wearing a tight fitting red dress that accentuated both her chest and butt, her most powerful weapons as a shinobi. Her headband was backwards on her forehead and the only other thing she had on her was a thin wallet that was tucked somewhere within her dress, pressing tightly against her skin.
“Well, I guess thievery is out of the question,” she muttered as she turned her eyes to see what else there was to do here. She was “technically” on a patrol around the area so the least she could do was look out for trouble if she wasn’t going to be causing any. So she stood there, with her arms folded under her breasts and turned her head side to side. Perhaps there would be someone who would draw her attention…
It wasn’t thirty seconds before Hina’s eyes slowly transitioned back into the base version of the uchiha eye, albeit with a light blue tint to them that made her “special.” “Ugh, this is hopeless,” Hina said with a sigh. She shook her head and sweat dripped from her short white hair. She wasn’t even dressed for the occasion, wearing a tight fitting red dress that accentuated both her chest and butt, her most powerful weapons as a shinobi. Her headband was backwards on her forehead and the only other thing she had on her was a thin wallet that was tucked somewhere within her dress, pressing tightly against her skin.
“Well, I guess thievery is out of the question,” she muttered as she turned her eyes to see what else there was to do here. She was “technically” on a patrol around the area so the least she could do was look out for trouble if she wasn’t going to be causing any. So she stood there, with her arms folded under her breasts and turned her head side to side. Perhaps there would be someone who would draw her attention…