September 19, 2020
ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ▬ 5280

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

He was back.

Ignacia.

Wu missed the dry, hot lands of the valley that made up the village. It was a small one with few people, the residents being primarily farmers, and though it was not well known or notably successful it was a humble town that all its villagers were proud to live in.

It was perfect for a particular blacksmith's shop.

Just walking through Ignacia and passing the rice farmers brought back memories to Wu, for good and for bad. Most of all, he recalled the time spent with a good friend of his-- Ray Smith.

But Ray was no longer there, nor his wife Maya. They left behind their shop and their two children when they disappeared many years ago, and their loss still brought a fresh sadness to the old man.

In the past, Wu had traveled to Ignacia to recruit Ray to fight in a war. Now, he was traveling there again, hoping to recruit a new Fire elemental to fight in an inevitable war.

He picked up on two teenage voices as he drew nearer. One had an accent foreign to Ignacia while the other did not. Ray once had an accent, but over time he sounded more like the locals. Something told him that the girl with the accent was the Fire elemental, the one who looked up to her father and wanted to make him proud more than anything.

That girl was the one he was searching for.

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

"What do they call it in the city? The speeches that teach people, it's a person's name and then the word 'talk'- what is it?"

"Umm... TED Talks?"

"Yes, thank you. Welcome to Harper's TED Talk. Today, I will teach you how to forge a sword."

Two teenagers stood inside the Four Weapons Blacksmith, their family business. Both were blonde and had burn marks on their arms from forging, though one bore many more than the other. The older sibling, Harper, kept wavy blonde hair in a bun with chopsticks; scars marked her face, one grazing near her eye, and on her left arm (her right, oddly, remained unblemished).

Harper held something inside the barrel filled with cold water. "To forge the perfect weapon, you first need the right metal and plenty of heat. Cool it off..." She pulled her sword out of the barrel. "...and boom!"

'Sword' was a far cry from what it looked like. What she had just created was twisted and mangled, reflecting the late afternoon sun from the wet curls of metal. Harper sighed in disappointment and stabbed the failed weapon into the sand.

Her younger brother was leaning against a wooden pole, watching in amusement. Morro had impossibly pale skin, which was surprising given the intense heat and sun of the valley, and his blonde hair was styled in a long undercut. His hair, like his sister's, had highlights from the intense sun and constant exposure to heat, but his was accompanied by a single streak of green that framed the right side of his face. Harper had forced him to put his hair into a half-tail to avoid it catching on fire, which had happened too many times-- evident with the erratically cut tips of hair and black scorches at the tips.

Morro snorted. "You made it too quickly, you've gotta be patient. If Dad was still here, he'd say-"

"Mhm. 'No matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight.' " She untied her blacksmiths' robe and held it up, passively examining the new burns in the firelight. "Yeah, fuck that."

Unlike Morro, Harper remembered a decent amount about her parents, as she was only three when they disappeared. But the memories went ignored; they were of little importance now. The most important thing was to keep up the family business with Morro, just as they would have wanted.

"Hmm... your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down."

The siblings turned around to see an old man with a long white beard and a straw hat inspecting their inventory. "Useless in the art of stealth," he mused. "All tools for a samurai, but nothing for a ninja."

Harper looked at Morro to see if she was hallucinating; based on the confused expression on his face, she wasn't. There was indeed an old man scrutinizing their supply, and he looked like he was ready to whack them with his stick while scolding them for the imperfections in their forging.

"Uh... ninja? You're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts, sir." Harper was starting to get slightly irritated with this man, and her frustration from earlier was resurfacing. "And the shop is called 'Four Weapons', not For Browsing. Either buy something or go peddle your insults somewhere else, thanks."

The old man chuckled. "Too bad. Thought I'd find something special here."

Morro gave Harper a sharp look that read, Dude, you're gonna make us lose business.

She resisted an eyeroll, took a deep breath, and tried again. "If it's something special you're looking for, let me sh..." Harper turned around and blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

The old man had disappeared.

"What is it?" Morro asked.

"He was just right... forget it," she shook her head, confused.

Had she imagined him?

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

The golden sky dipped into shadowy indigo as night fell, stars blinking through the clouds that were rolling in. With them came a fleet of crude vehicles, armed with razor-sharp weapons and adorned with white bones. Each form of transport had a massive skull built into it, the bony face grinning darkly at the road before it. Instead of headlights, the vehicles had glowing red orbs that doubled as the skulls' eyes.

The Skeleton Army had arrived in Ignacia, and a chill swept over the land as it did so.

Leading the charge was a Skull truck with three of the Skulkin generals, each wearing spiked armor in different colors. The skeleton general with blue armor was squabbling with the general in grey in the backseat, their argument unnoticed by their leader in red.

"Let me go first!" the one in blue, Nuckal, whined. "Please, oh please! I'm dying to go down there!"

Kruncha, his partner in grey, yanked his left arm out of its socket to smack Nuckal on the head with it. "You nitwit, you're already dead!" he snarled in a low voice. "Try to control yourself in front of Master Samukai!"

With civility, he addressed said master. "But with all due respect, last time you did say-" Kruncha threw Nuckal a snooty look- "that I could go first."

To both generals' dismay, their master growled, "Sorry boys, this one is mine. Just remember what we're after... and find that map." To the whole fleet, Samukai barked, "Attack!"

At once, the drivers and pilots for the dozens of Skulkin vehicles accelerated at full throttle, roaring towards the small town. The citizens watched in a mixture of wonder and fear as the army passed by. Samukai leered at the humans in disgust and with one simple "Boo" they fled, screaming as they boarded up their dwellings and left a clear path to the blacksmith shop.

He chuckled darkly to himself... this would be easy.

Harper was very glad that Morro listened to her and stayed inside.

She never thought that someday she would battle the undead (or that her sibling would obey her). It was like another absurd story from the urban cities that was too ridiculous to be true, like "ghosts are real!" and "lemonade is poisonous!". While she never really considered skeletons to be dangerous, Harper still didn't want Morro to get near it. She didn't have enough time to analyze their situation or try to identify their weaknesses, hence she did the only other thing she knew to do: charge into things without any plan whatsoever.

It's very contradictory, but it works.

Morro squinted out the doorway at the advancing line of strange vehicles. "What's that?" he asked curiously, trying to get a better look.

Harper pulled him back inside the shop. "I don't know." She strapped on a helmet and breastplate, fumbling the straps and grabbing a (properly forged) sword.

In Ignacia, family was of the utmost importance. Hence defending one's family was the custom, and death in battle was the most honorable way to pass. The village's customs surrounded those related to one by blood. Your closest friends were your family, and the people of most authority in your life were the eldest of the bloodline. The fittest member of a family was expected to defend their family, and it was shameful to hide it out.

Harper didn't need to think twice about preparing for battle; it was second nature, an automatic response to danger.

"Stay here," she ordered him, then rushed out just in time to see the skeleton fleet stop around Ignacia. She was still surprised; though very few would create and use dozens of skull-themed vehicles, it was almost too obvious if reanimated skeletons were driving them. What was it, Halloween?

The blacksmith wasn't scared by much and was more irritated than fearful of the skeletons she was swinging and lunging at. Yet brawn was superior to brains as the sheer number of skeletons advanced around Harper, and she was quickly growing tired. She wasn't a warrior. She was a blacksmith, and the only combat she had ever done was with Morro-- who learned everything from her.

Harper knocked down a couple of skeletons with the flat of her blade and crushed another into a pile of bones, grunting in frustration. No matter how many she struck down, more flooded over. Yet at the same time, it seemed as if they were holding back or waiting for an order to be issued The latter idea seemed more likely the longer she considered it.

Not reassuring at all.

She threw her inference of restraint out the window when a skeleton decapitated itself with its mace, hurling its skull at the floor and chomping down hard on her foot through her thick boots.

"Ow- bite this, bitch," she growled, kicking the skull into the air. The other skeletons halted their charge as they watched the skull soar in a beautiful arc, landing in someone's pond with an elegant splash. A couple of the skeletons applauded comically as they and their comrades watched. With their backs turned, they didn't know what hit them. But Harper did.

"I told you to stay back!" she snapped, through relief flooded into her words.

 Morro shattered the pair of skeletons with his staff, his stealth attack catching several of the warriors off-guard and opening an opportunity for him to destroy more. "And what?" he smirked, smacking another skeleton in the face. "Let you have all the fun?"

As much as Harper didn't want him to get hurt, she couldn't turn down an opportunity to compete. A grin crept across her face to match Morro's, and she challenged, "Bring it."

Nuckal peered at the shining samurai armor with interest, his red eyes mere centimeters from the metal. Fine handiwork. We should really get some of these for the Skulkin army, it would be quite a ni-

With a loud clang, his face was smashed into it as Kruncha had whacked him with a helmet. "You're not looking hard enough!" he scolded.

The blue general rubbed his skull. "Ow! You're not looking hard enough!" he retorted, punching Kruncha back. In seconds, they were in a full-on fistfight, toppling stacks of helmets and armor, barrels of swords, and smacked into one of the dusty wooden poles supporting the shop's sign. The fabric slipped off the pole, crumbling down to blocking the entrance and revealing a paper pinned to the back.

Both skeletons straightened themselves and looked at the paper, each other, then exclaimed at once, "A map!"

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

"Argh- take that!"

Harper gasped for breath as she beat down the last skeleton warrior. Injured and exhausted, the only thing the blacksmith wanted was to pass out for a straight 24 hours. Unfortunately for her, the leader of the army preferred her to pass out for eternity.

She drew her sword again, arms shaking and hands slick with sweat, as the leader advanced, his red eyes glowing in the darkness. He countered her weapon with four more, and she whimpered at the sight of four new blades.

With ease, the armored skeleton pushed her blade away from her body, twisting her left arm in a direction it should never go. She cried out, letting go of the weapon and sending it clattering out of reach. One strong kick to Harper's shins brought her to her knees, and she was too tired to get up.

She refused to look up to her attacker. Instead, she turned her head to the side and spotted Morro pinned under a massive fallen tree-- the skeletons must have learned he was equally, if not more, powerful than them and decided the best decision was to leave him incapacitated there. Thankfully, he didn't look badly hurt or injured, and it brought Harper some pride to know that they would go down fighting and that he was too powerful for an undead army. Quite a bragging point.

The quick slash of metal slicing through the air pierced her thoughts, and in slow-motion, she realized her death was imminent.

How lovely.

A shockingly bright glow of gold suddenly filled her vision, blurred with tears from pain and the dirt in her eyes. Am I dead?

The cold slap of wind on her cheek told her that she was alive.

"Ninja-go!"

Harper's attacker was suddenly shoved out of the way by a spinning, human-sized golden tornado. The voice from inside it was vaguely familiar, but she was too worn out to bother herself in identifying it. Lifting her head, she squinted at the two fighters.

"Sensei Wu. Your Spinjitzu looks rusty," the skeleton general snarled.

Who's Sensei Wu? Is that a kind of tea?

"Nothing like bone to sharpen its edge, Samukai," her savior quipped, stopping his spin. To her surprise, the old man from earlier was the source of the tornado- Spinjitzu, was it called?- and had just saved Harper's life. In her tired state, she wondered how his bamboo hat remained on his head after turning into a living natural disaster. It didn't comply with the laws of physics or-

She dropped her face back into the dirt with a groan as the pain bit into her. There was a stinging cut on her left cheek and several bruises all over her body. Hopefully, the old man would destroy this skeleton general, leave her be, and everything could be back to normal. This was too much to process for one night.

The skeleton, Samukai, backed away from the old man in fear. He bumped into one of the legs leading to the village's water tank and turned, noticing the wobbly tower. With a dark chuckle, he used a knife to cut straight through the pole and send the tank toppling. It tipped forward, groaning as it fell.

Harper's eyes widened. "Oh no," she gasped and tried to army-crawl out of the way. I'm not going to make it out in time.

In a flash, Wu spun into the golden tornado with a cry of, "Ninja-go!" and whisked her out of the way. Gently depositing her on a rock, he turned to face Samukai but he had already retreated to his Skull Truck-- and somehow, his two other generals were already there as well.

With a contemptuous look to Wu, the skeleton barked, "Lord Garmadon says to take the warrior!"

Take the warrior...

"Who the hell are they talking about?" Harper yelped at Wu, but he seemed to be lost in thought. Did they mean Wu? 

"What about the girl?" a skeleton wondered.

Samukai snarled. "Didn't we go over this already? The girl is to be left behind. Get the other one!"

Harper's blood ran cold as she realized 'the warrior' was Morro.

Wu seemed stuck on the first two words, his staff faltering in his grip. "Lord Garmadon?" he repeated.

The grey general cackled as he hit a button on the truck's console. A skeleton hand that Harper had vainly wished was just decoration extended itself on a thick cord, shooting over to the green-streaked teen and prying them out from under the tree. As quickly as it came, the hand returned to its socket with a very pissed Morro in its clutches.

"MORRO!" Harper screamed, dragging herself to her feet and trying to run after them. Her badly bruised shins stopped her from going far, dropping her back to her knees. With a loud cackle, the undead army roared to life, driving away from the valley and vanishing in what seemed to be brightly colored portals.

She spat sand from her teeth and blinked away the dust in her eyes. "No, no, no. Shit! Fucking bastards, they took Morro!"

"I told you."

Harper turned just in time to see a bamboo stick smack her in the head. "Useless."

Wu stood behind her, watching her with disappointment like a teacher would a student, his stick in hand as if it hadn't bonked her hard seconds before. Fury boiled in her veins, adrenaline pushed her to her feet, and Harper stormed up to the old man.

"You can't say a goddamn word, bitch. You, you could've done something!" she shouted at him angrily. "You could've used your... Shitjitzu or your--"

"Spinjitzu!" he corrected with equal passion.

"-and yet you did nothing! You just stood there, just as you are now." She shoved his shoulder, trying to move past. "I'm going to get him back."

Wu did not move.

"What's the problem? I'm sorry that I don't want him to die," she retorted, her voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. She stopped for a second, a new thought coming to mind, then added sharply, "Why'd you save me? The water tower wasn't going to hit me anyway." It was, actually. "Morro was literally sitting under a tree, you couldn't have just pulled him out? It would have taken you a second! But no, you stood there and did nothing, you fucking bitch-"

"There is no need to get worked up, or to call me crude names," he said calmly. "Your sibling is fine the way they are. However, they have been taken to a place where a mortal cannot. That was Samukai, king of the Underworld. And if it's true that he's carrying orders for Lord Garmadon, then I fear things are much worse than I ever thought."

Harper's mind was spinning faster than Wu's tornadoes. She couldn't even find any swear words in her vocabulary that could amount to what she was feeling.

"Lord Garmadon? Underworld?" she repeated. "What is going on? What do we have that's so important to them? And why would they take Morro? That makes no sense."

The old man remained infuriatingly calm. "What's so important?" he echoed. "How about... everything in Zenjago itself?"

Worn drawings suddenly appeared midair, drawing out the scene he began to describe. Wu didn't seem fazed by it, but it irritated Harper. What was this, a cartoon??-

"Long before time had a name, Zenjago was created by the First Spinjitzu Master, by using the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu: The Scythe of Realms, the Nunchucks of Lightning, the Shurikens of Ice, and the Sword of Fire." The four weapons that were painted into the blacksmith shop's banner redrew themselves midair, respectively glowing with an orange, blue, white, and red light. "Weapons so powerful, no one can handle all of their power at once-"

Harper held up a hand. "Hold your dragons, old man. I'm not stupid, I know the story of Zenjago's creation. Can we please skip the history lesson and get to the part about saving Morro? And what's with this magical scroll thing in the air... it's not like we're in a storybook or something. It defies all laws of science."

Wu silenced her with a smack to the head with his stick and continued, ignoring her comments. "When he passed away, his two sons swore to protect them, but the oldest was consumed by darkness and wanted to possess them. A battle between brothers broke out and the oldest was struck down and banished to the Underworld."

Harper tried to imagine her brother banishing her to the Underworld. It was hard to imagine-- actually, it wasn't, Morro would send her to a different realm in an instant as a prank without batting an eye. But thinking about them drove an emotional knife into her chest, so she forced her attention back to the story.

"Peace returned and the younger brother hid the weapons, but knowing his older brother's relentless ambition for power, he placed a guardian to protect them. And for fear of his own demise, a map for an honest man to hide."

The drawings disappeared in a blink, and Wu turned gravely to her. "That honest man was your father. The older brother is Lord Garmadon. And I need to find those weapons before he does."

"You're the younger brother, and you came here looking for the map?" she asked flatly.

"No. I came for something greater--you."

Harper raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I doubt that, sir, but whatever makes you happy."

Wu was not appreciating her sarcasm, as he bonked her with his stick for the trillionth time. "Since my brother cannot enter this realm, it's obvious he has struck a deal with Samukai. If he were to collect all four weapons, even I would not be able to stop him again. But you! You have the fire inside. I will train you to harness it. Use it. Become a Spinjitzu Master."

She stared for a second then retorted, "Look, I'm flattered you think I'm all that, but I have better things to do. I'm not getting involved in your sibling rivalry-- it's far from my fault if you don't have a good relationship with your brother. Thanks for the bedtime story, but I'd best get going."

Just as she turned to walk away, the bamboo staff struck her in the back, spun her around, and knocked her into the ground. Pressing a foot onto her stomach, Wu laughed. "You are not even ready to face my pinky toe. If you want to get your brother back-" he released her to get up, and she dusted off her clothes- "you must control the fire that burns inside."

'The fire comes from inside you.'

The world in front of her seemed to blur into one from the past, her toddler self sitting on her father's lap and listening to his voice until she fell asleep.

'Anyone can throw metal into a forge, but it is the blacksmith that creates a sword. Right?'

He had tapped her on the nose, making her giggle in the quiet. Bringing a finger to his lips, his eyes flitting to the sleeping baby Morro in their crib, he whispered, 'The fire that burns inside you is the fire that makes you who you are. Never let anyone douse your fire, my Harp.'

Gods, why was that the one memory she could recall too well? She had been far too young, so naive. Irritatedly, her father's words and this Wu person's words aligned perfectly. And if what he said was correct, they had been friends.

It was a chance to not only save Morro, but do something good. Something that'll be more important than tiring away crafting the armory for a tiny, peaceful village.

"Only when you become a Spinjitzu Master, will you be able to face... Lord Garmadon," Wu finished.

Harper looked him in the eyes, surprising him. "Okay," she said, trying to dampen the determination creeping into her voice.. "When do we start?"

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

We could have taken the stairs, but no. We just had to climb up the back of a mountain named after its "impossible height".

She knew it was for her training, but still. Climbing mountains was far from her 'thing'.

The afternoon sun beat down on her back as she hauled her body over to the top of the mountain. Promptly after the skeleton- or Skulkin, as Sensei Wu sometimes said- attack, they had set out to Wu's "training grounds". Harper could come up with numerous reasons why training on a mountaintop would be helpful, but she didn't necessarily want to climb it. She wanted to get straight into fighting-- and most importantly, getting Morro back.

"How long is training gonna be?" she panted. "Are... aren't we in a bit of a rush since they have the map?"

"Patience. You will be ready when you are ready. Not a minute sooner." He led her through the ornate wooden doors marking the entrance to their training grounds. The round floor was lined with worn stonework and the walls were a creamy white, leading up to the dark red and black temple-like building at the head of it all.

"A monastery?" She raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to learn to fight in a place of peace? Isn't that counterproductive?"

"Not fight," he corrected. "Train. In order to become a true Ninja, first you must be able to see what others do not."

Harper scanned the empty area. She wanted to say, There's nothing here! but the longer she looked, the more she noticed the thin rims of circles in the stone and the hinge on the back of a dragon statue.

As there was no objection, Sensei Wu nudged back said statue and pressed the hidden button underneath it. The circles Harper had noticed earlier opened like a camera shutter, revealing training equipment that filled the empty monastery.

"Wow," she muttered in awe. "So is this gonna teach me how to do Spinjitzu?" Hopping onto a wooden pole, she paused to see if she was correct. At the same time, the pole began descending back into the ground.

"Oh, dear," her sensei said quietly. Before she could jump off, Harper was catapulted into the air, landing hard on the ground.

"Complete the training course before I finish my tea. Then we will see if you are ready." He pulled a steaming teapot and cup out of nowhere, filling and downing it faster than humanly possible. "Today you failed," he said nonchalantly as he flipped backward and stepped indoors. "Tomorrow you will try again."

She blinked at him in confusion. "Failed? But I didn't even start to--"

The monastery door shut, cutting her off. "Patience."

She jumped onto a spinning platform of animatronic dummies, using a wooden sword to knock them down. In a split second of distraction, she was struck down at Wu's feet. He hadn't even gotten to pouring his tea; his napkin had just been placed on his lap.

"Failed."

Stuck on a whirling disc of swords, Harper was spun in so many circles she couldn't walk in a straight line. The world turned upside down and she winced as her head throbbed.

"Failed."

She tried at the row of wooden poles again, sprinting from pole to pole. She hesitated too long at the tallest one and was chucked into the air.

"Failed."

A giant spiked mace ball hit her square in the chest, hurling her against the wall and making her cross-eyed.

"Failed."

"Ha-ha!" Harper cheered as she jumped between poles, leaping over the planks, dodging dummies, and... was thrown to the floor.

"Failed."

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »

Harper failed so many times, Wu hardly paid attention anymore. His eyes were slightly glazed over as he sat on the steps, setting down his teapot and cups.

She gritted her teeth. I'm not failing today.

What would Morro say?

To be honest, she wasn't sure. But she had a feeling that he would encourage her to do it again (after taking her snacks and making fun of her for it).

Remembering why and where she had failed before, Harper worked through the training course at speeds she didn't realize she was capable of. Seeing her unusual increase in speed, Wu threw his sugar cubes into the cup faster.

Halfway through the course- and further than she expected to make it- she saw Wu bring his cup to his lips. She leaped forward, knocked the cup out of his hand, and returned to the course. Behind her, she picked up on his faint sigh as he poured a second cup.

Over the planks, dodge the swords, and cut the dummy into unidentifyable bits beyond regeneration--

With a final slash of her sword, Harper completed the training course.

Wu hadn't noticed this at all-- his eyes lifted to scan the course but didn't see her anywhere. When he turned his head, however, he was surprised to see his pupil casually lounging next to him. She offered the teacup of sugar cubes to him. "Was that one sugar... or two?"

"So, am I going to learn Spinjitzu now that I have trained adequately?" she asked Wu after their supper.

He turned to his personal quarters, gesturing to the bunkrooms. "You already have. Your final test comes tomorrow." With a soft slam of his door, he added, "My advice is to get some sleep."

When it came to Wu, 'advice' was equivalent to 'order'. But for as long as she could remember, Harper didn't really like the whole prospect of bedtimes, and she wasn't going to change that now. Finally relieved to be done with training and worrying for her test the next day, Harper picked up a book and read, her mind absorbing the wild tales of wizards and dragons. When she checked the clock again, it was past midnight. Wu wouldn't be happy if she stayed up any longer, so she forced herself to shower and brush her teeth to get ready for bed. She put on her new bright red pajamas, pausing to admire the strangely soft fabric before continuing her routine.

In the middle of brushing her teeth, she suddenly was struck with her mind blanking on one particular move in a fighting combination. It could have been a result of the lack of sleep, but she had a feeling that she still might not remember it in the morning. Toothbrush still in her mouth, Harper began going through the moves, repeating the part she remembered over and over in hopes of recalling it.

"Hai-yah!" Harper spun around and kicked, but stumbled back upon nearly kicking someone in the face. Trying to back away, she nearly crashed into two others. People. Other living beings. Social interaction. Shit shit shit shit. Wait, why are there people in my bathroom?

No. Those weren't just any people. They were Ninja.

Three Ninja in black gis had silently surrounded her, each carrying a different weapon- one whirled a pair of nunchucks over their head, another brandished two shurikens, and the third looked ready to slice Harper in half with their scythe. The silver weapons glinted in the low light and the Ninja advanced closer, showing no signs of friendliness.

Harper cursed. "Well, shi-"

"Watch your mouth," the scythe Ninja cut her off, her narrowed eyes visible through the hood. The other two Ninja didn't bat an eye at her command.

Harper raised an eyebrow, lifting her toothbrush like a sword. "You're going to kill me, yet you care about if I cuss my mouth off?-"

They ignored her question. At once, all three Ninja attacked her.

« ⛰️ ⚔️ ⛩️ ⚔️ ⛰️ »