"Black Bishop eh?"
His words were followed quickly by a small grunt and scream, not by Mun but by the target of his unusual branch of thrashing. You see Mun was given the task of putting this bully in his place and naturally Mun took his own idea of thrashing to heart as he was given no "specific" way to complete the mission. That is why in the dead of night the Black Bishop was tied tightly to a training log used for projectile practice by students in the academy. Surrounding the target were multiple senbon that were honed onto key parts of his body yet miraculously missed by mere centimeters. Mun's eyes stayed attached to his target as another senbon was thrown through the air, digging into the wood right beneath the Bishop's ear.
"If it's one thing I hate, it's people who think they can push over others....and thieves. You are just a combination of both...."
The boy at this point was both crying hail sized tears and had relieved himself so that a small damp portion of his pants were readily visible. Behind a mask, Mun's eyes narrowed slightly as he took three senbon this time and began to walk towards where the boy was. His first throw embedded the needle right into the boy's shirt but at a portion where his torso was uninjured. His second throw attached a pant's leg to the log and the following attached the other pant's leg. As he stood now only a few feet from the boy, he would stare at the kid with his Takagan...
"If you do anything else...all those senbon will not miss. Going to leave you here to think about it..."
That was when he stabbed another needle into the other side of the kid's shirt and turned to leave. He was going to leave the boy there in all his shame as a teaching tool. As for the mission it was relatively up his alley to do things like this...
[WC: 331]