Fighting With My Brothers - A 3 Ninjas Comeback - A 12 Story Collection

1. Messing With The Wrong Ninja Chapter 1

Rocky - As always, we stayed at our Grandpa's cabin, for another 3 months.

Tumtum - Next Time when we go back home, we'll be going back to high school.

Colt - Your not going remember? You're still very little.

Tumtum - Jerk.

Rocky - But right now, Grandpa still wants us to focus on our Ninja training, instead of anything else that could distract us.

Colt - Not mean to brag but, we've been doing this for 3 years now and I think we're pretty good at it. But grandpa wants us to know that we should make this a summer, that we will remember forever.

,, Aya! '' Rocky shout, as the 3 brother's were outside at their Grandpa's cabin, letting themselves to be trained again by their grandfather Morri Shintaro.
  They were chasing their Grandfather, while climbing, jumping on and off, and jumping from one tree to another.
  They were practicing with nunchucks, knifes, swords and sticks. Running up hill and down hill.
  After a while later of training, the Boys got tired. Tumtum threw himself to the ground, Rocky laid down on the picnic table bench, and Colt sat on down on the ground, leaning his back against a tree.
,, Come on boys. One more to go! Get up!'' Grandpa said.
The boy's said nothing, not even making a look at their Grandfather.
,, Fine. If you rest for 5 minutes, you'll do another 10 minutes running up and down the hill. '' Grandpa said.
  The boys got up quickly at this one. Running up and down hill was their least favorite thing to do on their training day's.
,, Good. Now that looks more like a Ninja. '' Grandpa let the Ninja Piñata down from a tree branch ,, Besides. What is a Ninja? Body! ''
,, Mind! '' Rocky kicked the piñata once.
,, Heart! '' Tumtum added and as well.
,, And Spirit! Aya! '' Colt added.
,, Ah. Now that's what I wanted to hear. Now rest a bit. I'll go and get you something to drink. '' Grandpa said.
  Tumtum threw himself again to the ground, Rocky now sat down on the picnic table bench, and Colt sat down near on the tree again.
  Grandpa went inside to get some drinks for the boys.
  Colt sighed ,, I wish Grandpa didn't push us so hard. '' The 16 year-olds body was all sweatie. He had brown hair combed to the side with a little bangs and hazel green eye's.
,, Are you kidding me Colt? I thought you were used to things like this? '' 17 year-old Rocky wondered. The oldest brother in the Douglas family. He also had light brown hair combed to the side and green eye's.
,, I am. But not when Grandpa pushes us so hard. '' Colt replied.
,, Hey. If you keep complaining about Grandpa, I'll tell him. '' the 8 year-old Tumtum said, the youngest brother in the Douglas family. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and hazel eye's.
,, Oh I dare you too. '' Colt sounded serious.
,, Guys, stop it. Grandpa's coming. '' Rocky stopped his 2 younger brothers from arguing.
,, Don't you dare tell him. '' Colt almost whispered to Tumtum, to remind his brother not to tell their grandfather.
Tumtum said nothing and only shrugged his shoulders.
,, Here you go. I made some homemade energy drinks for you. '' Grandpa said as he got back. He gave Rocky a cup and Rocky took a sip.
,, Delicious. '' Rocky nodded.
  Grandpa smiled. Then he walked up to Colt and gave him a cup of energy drink. Colt took a sip from the cup and raised his eyebrows ,, Nice.''
  Grandpa smiled and then walked up to Tumtum, who was laying on the ground ,, Sit up Tumtum. '' Grandpa kicked is foot neatly on Tumtums arm.
  Tumtum slowly sat up and took his cup and took a sip. His face turned sour ,, Ugh. What is this? ''
,, The recipe is a secret. '' Grandpa chuckled.
,, Yeah. You probably should keep drinking it. Maybe Grandpa added your jellybeans into it. '' Colt said.
,, He did not. Did you Grandpa? '' Tumtum asked.
  Grandpa chuckled ,, No Tumtum. I didn't. And Colt. You should probably keep drinking yours as well. ''
  Colt continued drinking his energy drink.
,, Besides. Your mother called me while I was inside. '' Grandpa said.
The boys stopped drinking and looked at their grandfather. For they were kinda shocked.
,, And? '' Rocky asked.
,, What did she say? '' Tumtum added.
,, She wants you boys to come home. '' Grandpa answered.
,, No! '' the boys all stood up.
,, I thought we won't be going home until in 3 weeks? '' Colt asked.
,, I know. But you boys still have to go to school. Right? '' Grandpa replied.
  The 3 brother's opened their eyes wide and looked at each other.
,, No way. '' Colt looked back at Grandpa.
,, So this means, we have to go back to school soon? '' Rocky wondered.
,, I'm guessing yes. '' Grandpa nodded.
,, What about me? '' Tumtum asked.
,, It goes for you too. '' Grandpa answered.
,, So when are we leaving then? '' Rocky asked.
,, Your Mom wants you to come home today. If that's okay with you boys. '' Grandpa admitted.
  The 3 brothers looked at each other and nodded as an agreement.
,, Had an awesome summer with you again Grandpa. '' Rocky said.
,, Me too. '' Tumtum said and went giving Grandpa a hug.
,, Yeah. '' Colt agreed.
,, Me too. But don't worry. You may come and visit anytime you want. '' Grandpa smiled patting Tumtum's back.
,, You too. Remember that. '' Tumtum reminded his grandfather looking up at him.
  Grandpa smiled and nodded ,,Alright. I think you boys can go and start packing your stuff. ''
  The boys stood up and started walking off into the cabin and wanted to pack their stuff, and make ready to leave for home again.

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  In town of LA at a huge building, in a big room, strange Ninja warriors were being trained.
  The boss came in. He stood and watched them all do their work for a while.
  Then he whistle once, and 3 younger Ninjas came up to him and bow.
,, Your mother wants to see you. After that, we're going out. '' The boss said to those 3 young Ninjas. Who were dressed as Ninjas and their faces were covered.
,, Yes sir. '' The 3 strange Ninjas said all at once. Then they left the room and did what their father told them to do.

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