Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak, bought with tavern winnings, and grinned. "I’m something better. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding."
He reached into his vest and pulled out a small, jagged obsidian dagger—a tool of the trade. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the gutter. Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak,
He realized then that being a "ninja" was a job, but being unseen was a choice. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he
By midnight, the "Silent Shadow" was the soul of the party. He wasn't just drinking; he was using his mastery of physics and agility to perform death-defying stunts on the rafters for tips. When a group of local thugs tried to shake down the barkeep, Hanzo didn't slip a needle into their necks from the dark. He stood on a table, shouted a battle cry that rattled the windows, and used a decorative fire-poker to dismantle their armor in broad daylight. He wasn't just drinking; he was using his
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