Brother of Wind {Book 7: Hands of Time}

Chapter 1

Ninjago City. A well tech driven place. After the whole Overlord incident, they all decided to dial back the technology. But that doesn't mean new tech can't be developed. Several people were waiting in a line outside a Borg store, excitedly as a new line of tech was about to be announced and sold.

In the sky was a Borg blimp, carefully drifting through the air, being more than just a symbol for the genious inventor.

Up in the remains of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, several bushes had grown over the foundation and the supports of the building. A pocket watch in someone's hand opened up, revealing 5:30 as thunder struck. The hands of the clock moved by a minute, up in the sky, a red, blue, yellow, and green distortion appeared, a figure with clockwork like clothes and a hood and mask dropped into the center of the courtyard.

"Right on time."

"What?" The hooded man turned around to see Wu sitting with his staff and pocket watch.
"Long time, no see." Wu said.
"Master Wu? You look...old. As if your best days have passed. Not unlike your monastery." The hooded man looked at the burned remains.

Wu closed his pocket watch and put it away.
"I still have plenty of days left." He stood up. The mystery man reached behind himself.
"Shall we finish what we started? I've been waiting over a decade." Wu said.

"Really?" The man gripped a dagger behind his back.
"It doesn't feel that long to me." He said.
"This ends now." Wu held his staff.

And with that, there are always two. Just as there are two hands on a clock. Now, the chapter of tomorrow has started today.

. . .

"This ends now, Samukai." Jay exclaimed in the museum. Turns out he was just holding the mannequin head of the Skulkin general. "Nope, pretending this is the actual Samukai doesn't make cleaning up the museum any more interesting." Jay said.
"This is so lame. We're ninja, not janitors." He complained.

"Come on, Jay. We're all kind of responsible for the damage to the museum." Lloyd said, rolling by with a cart.
"After all, if we hadn't had that massive battle on the Day of the Departed, this place would still be in one piece." Lloyd kept on his path.
"Yeah, and whose fault is that, Cole?" Jay glared.

"Okay. How many more times do I have to say I'm sorry for accidentally unleashing the ghostly forces of evil that attacked Ninjago?" Cole said, placing the portrait of Yang into a cart.
"How did it even get this wrecked in the first place? None of us hit the wall or something. Well maybe I did, but only with my hands." Morro said looking at the mess.

'That made no sense, what?'
Lloyd turned around.

'Whatever, just take this into that room.'
Morro handed Lloyd the replica technoblade.

Cole grabbed the handles of the cart but dropped it as that orange glow he recently discovered crept up his arms.

"Eh, speaking of which, you're still not used to having your old, non-ghost hands back?" Jay asked, taking a box with him. Cole's hands returned to normal.
"Oh, I'm working on it." Cole started to clean up his spill.

Cole and Jay entered the main room as Nya carried a crate.
"This is exhausting." She put the box down to straighten her back and rested on the crate.
"If I could go back in time, I'd tell Dr. Saunders we were too busy to help." Nya said.

"Nya, you may recall that the rest of us once time-traveled." Zane walked in with the Cryptor mannequin.
"It can have devastating effects, and should not be used lightly. Certainly not to get out of labor." Zane said.
"It's just an expression, Zane." Nya sighed.
"Lloyd took the technoblade into the hall already." Morro told Zane.