:Chapter One:

891 14 2
                                    

She stood amidst the rubble. Broken beams and paper walls scattered about. The trickle of a flame was gnawing away at a piece of debris.

"What have you done!" The scarved ninja exclaims. "The two of you have wrecked my home... I have no where to go."

"Tough luck," the vagabond scoffs, a piece of hay dangling between his lips.

"Be thankful you aren't dead," the tall, pale ronin says.

The two men couldn't possibly seem any more interested in the damage they had made. Her lively hood in shambles. Hitomi was a ninja who had just lost her master. Now her master had been killed by the two goons before her, not that she cared much for her master in the first place. Without out an heir to the family throne, she had no one to serve.

The scruffy one's stomach growled, taking the attention of them.

"I'm starving. Hey, four-eyes. Let's see if Fuu has lunch," the vagabond smirks.

Four-eyes sighs, realizing that he, too, was just as hungry, nods and they turn to walk off.

"Hey! Where are you two going! Someone has to clean this up," she shouts after them.

"For you to be a ninja, you aren't very quiet," the vagabond says nonchalantly.

"For you to be a ninja, you aren't very quiet," the vagabond says nonchalantly

Hoppsan! Denna bild följer inte våra riktliner för innehåll. Försök att ta bort den eller ladda upp en annan bild för att fortsätta.
Samurai ChamplooDär berättelser lever. Upptäck nu