I Like it Like That [Training]

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The day's adventures had been mighty. Tomo felt enriched by the wonderful journey in which he'd partaken. His skills and strength had grown by leaps and bounds. He was proud of himself. He'd undergone a sense of accomplishment unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The sixteen year old lad had done more in his short tenure in Kusagakure than most do in their entire existence. But he felt there was still much to do.

Wasn't now the portion of his story where the ball really gets rolling? Unfortunately for Tomomi Hyuuga, it seems this is not the case. His duration as a Hyuuga, a Ninja, a Slave, a Party Animal, and once again a Ninja was coming to a rather absurd and annoying halt. Tomomi was suffering from a frighteningly severe case of Cardiac Arrest. All of his experience within the medical arts meant nothing.

First he felt weak, and then dizzy, and then both weak and dizzy... And then he collapsed into a seated position on a bench near the bar he'd just blighted on a whim. It didn't matter that he was only sixteen years old apparently, and the sight of a deserted dusty road was his very final exposure to his existence.

He felt his heart beat one last final time before the sun set, allowing him to fall somewhat disappointingly sideways onto the bench. Vanquished by an untimely and unfortunately feeble cardiovascular structure. Good night blah blah whatever

/scrap pls (should be my only and last scrap)

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[Cadoc]

Dead.