One man with a metal helmet sat, what seemed to be alone, in a small dojo, his pale fingers crossed with each other as he sat there with his eyes closed.
His head jerked the smallest amount, something creeping out of the shadows around him, they had red bands are there heads and metal eyes they could look like graters.
The small symbol sitting on there head, this is the foot clan.
At first there was only one, lining up his sword with silent footsteps as he aimed for the man.
As the black coved ninja was too young around the man, said man was still making movements with his hands, it looked like they were about to brake with all the weird poses he made them do.
Covered in black, the ninja thought it would be a good idea to do from the back in an attempted to catch him off guard.
When the sliver sword was held in the air and ready to strike him, pure white eyes snapped open as the sword was swung down to make its hit.
It was a few inches above his head, two hands clapped around the blade, moving one foot forward and then standing, he knocked the ninja back and turned to kick him in a wall, making the ninja lay limp on the carpet.
That’s when it turned out to be only one as another appeared out of the dark to try and strike the man but he quickly made a back slide to avoid it, very professionally.
As the latest one ended up getting its sword stuck in the floor, the first fallen tried to jump onto the man’s back but that was a mistake for when it got flooded again, it was met with a punch to the face.
Trophy’s were all lined in the background and pictures of a man as the second ninja unjammed his blade but just getting it in the air it was knocked down before it could move.
All black covered ninja were now on the floor around the man, he seemed to be looking around disappointed, to easy.
He dropped his sword, knowing they wouldn’t get back up anytime soon.
He stood there for a few seconds before he jumped a little at the Japanese looking slider doors were opened by force.
When he turned, the was a darker man with a black, but small, afro onto of his head, he was very skinny with his black gloves and jacket, white under shirt, blue jeans and finishing it with black shoes.
Behind that man was an all to familiar shadow, a body of blades could only Belinda to one person.
Seeing this man, his mind and body went into auto pilot as he knelt down in front of his master.
“Master Shredder”
Showing his respect he stays down as the other man watched in his place, a deep and rumbly voice was deep sounding in the room.
“I trust that my greatest pupil has been using their time wisely.”
His voice echoed with no emotion, waiting for his answer from the muscle man in red and black.
“I have assembled an army of ninja’s, the foot clan awaits your orders.”
He said with pride, he had hoped he surly delivered on his task, these were the new warriors to help build the clan back to its great glory.
“Excellent, because I’ve discovered an old enemy in New York...”
The darker man, still unnamed, throws a picture to the floor for him to see, he instantly recognised the person in the picture.
“Hamato Yoshi...”
The name dripped like Benin from the man’s lips, these history was not the strongest for a pair of brothers.
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Perfect Weapon
FanfictionYour abusive father works with someone who shouldn't be in your reality. Your father's greed sends your life down hill has he experiments on you since birth and your mother is not there to protect you but why? The one day everyone waited for was int...
