Man out of food again

The blood of the Hyuuga is sacred. The eyes of the Hyuuga are so protected that the Hyuuga clan torture themselves to keep the eyes sealed away. The curse mark that adorns Onabi's head looks like crushed emerald dust that was tattooed and permanently stained into the skin. This mark was given to him when he was so young. The process was nothing but pain a burning infusing sealing jutsu to activate upon death. The curse mark is there for the main house to control anyone with this seal, the side branch are nothing but birds locked behind a thin metal cage. "Caged birds" a term Onabi hated the words to signify that he was nothing but a puppet to a higher power. Onabi looks at himself in the mirror staring at this wretched mark the only thing that made him frustrated with the main house. He rubs the Emerald marking trying to smudge it away but all the rubbing does is cause a reddening to the skin around it. He grabs his Ninja headband without the metal plate that shows that he belongs to the leaf. The headband covers the marking, it covers his only shame in the Hyuuga home. He adorns the rest of his clothing and leaves his home to go find something to do. he looks at the Piano for a little to long before stepping in to the cold winter environment. Onabis takes a deep breath feeling the crisp dry air that stings the lungs. He starts off towards the market to fill his empty stomach.
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wc:250
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