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Disgruntled, the merchant leaves, mumbling under his breath about not letting people stay in his home anymore.

Yusa doesn't say anything, but instead cries even hard, soft sobs coming from her. She's never really cried much growing up, anytime she did her father would punish her, saying showing your emotions would give away a ninja's attack. But right now she couldn't keep it in anymore, she just wanted to throw needles at something until it became a pin cushion. She didn't know how to control her emotions anymore, and it scares her to no end. Her knuckles are ghost white from the grip her fingers have on the kunai.