Assassin - The Ninja

Kaito said nothing. He had not spoken a word in three years. His voice had burned away with his village.

He raised the kusarigama . The chain began to swing in a slow, hypnotic circle. the ninja assassin

He was the ninja assassin. The last Iga. And his war had only begun. Kaito said nothing

Lord Oda Hidetora was waiting for him. The warlord sat in the center of the room on a crimson cushion, a cup of sake in his hand. He was old, with a shaved head and a wispy beard, but his eyes were sharp as shattered glass. Behind him, a single candle flickered. He raised the kusarigama

For the first time in three years, a sound escaped his throat. It was not a word. It was a low, terrible laugh—the sound of a man who had already lost everything and found that freedom in the loss.

Kuro roared and swung the nodachi. The greatsword sheared through a cedar pillar as if it were reeds. Kaito backflipped, landing on the blade itself for a fraction of a second before launching himself at Kuro’s face. His fingers found pressure points—temples, throat, the hollow behind the ear. Kuro’s eyes went wide, then blank. The giant crumpled like an empty robe.