It's dark and windy as the old master of ninjutsu is going outside to do one last patrol before he's going to rest.
He's going the same path he always goes between the old cherry blossoms and the old rusty path
He's careful and deep in his thoughts that he almost missed the weird looking carton on the ground near the falling cherry blossom leaves. As he looks inside he sees four small baby's lay side by side next to each other.
They are quiet...so awfully quiet that the master is almost scared, that the children could already be dead.
But they aren't, they're breathing and warm as he touched the cheeks
One has small freckles and one is a bit smaller than the others
Other that that they look quite alike
All of them have thick and black hair but other that that still so weirdly quiet.
It was raining, so they are soaked wet and they have a lot of leaves on them so they had to lie here for quite a while but still he hadn't heard anything all day.
They are awake and looking at him as he picks the children up but still no one is making any sound
"They could make great ninjas" the old master says to himself as he takes all four of them in his arms and back to the Temple.
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4 Brothers
Fantasy4 brothers growing up together. All of them adopted and the same age, still I feel like I'm the youngest. One with the sword skills of a samurai Another with the muscles of a pro fighting warrior A charismatic ninja with the mind of a dictator An...
