There were few jobs that one could not get a Ninja to do, and depending on the ranks of the ninja or the mission depended on just how dangerous the task was. Ninja's were originally made to fight in the dark, an unseen force that people would question whether or not this force even existed in the first place. In and out before the single blink of an eye. In and out before the bodies even hit the floor. And yet, like all things, time changed this dark art. The shadows seemed to grow increasingly thin as light was shone upon what the job was. Ninja's began showing their techniques more freely, and although their individual techniques and the secrets behind them remained hidden, ninjas were certainly not shy. They would announce themselves, travel in groups, even stay in the open while in full gear. This secretive dance with hell had become a public thing, and before like they formed their own villages and cities and even counties.
Yet, the job didn't get any cleaner. Political assassinations, coups, murdering entire enemy villages- Ninjas could be drafted for any job, and they no longer had the shadows to hide in. Ninja against ninja. There was blood shed like never before, but that was how things went when secrets are dragged kicking and screaming from the darkness. Indeed, the Ninja way was a dark one. And yet, not all jobs involved mental fortitude. Take this one, for example- Cleaning an old ladies house. Dusting, wiping, mopping and sweeping. Glaring at her every time she'd look away, Tenshi would curse the fact that a member of this dark, historical art was being subjugated to scrub-a-dub-dubbing some old ladies house. He had to start somewhere, though, and despite this being a dark art he still needed money.
WC: 310
[Exit]
Yet, the job didn't get any cleaner. Political assassinations, coups, murdering entire enemy villages- Ninjas could be drafted for any job, and they no longer had the shadows to hide in. Ninja against ninja. There was blood shed like never before, but that was how things went when secrets are dragged kicking and screaming from the darkness. Indeed, the Ninja way was a dark one. And yet, not all jobs involved mental fortitude. Take this one, for example- Cleaning an old ladies house. Dusting, wiping, mopping and sweeping. Glaring at her every time she'd look away, Tenshi would curse the fact that a member of this dark, historical art was being subjugated to scrub-a-dub-dubbing some old ladies house. He had to start somewhere, though, and despite this being a dark art he still needed money.
WC: 310
[Exit]