Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu

Way of the Ninja

Four Weapons Blacksmith, Ignacia, Ninjago, Tera

The sky was bathed in orange and yellow, birds chirped as they swayed upon the wires strung across the land. Farmers stood above ankle deep in water harvesting the rice stock for the season.

An old man walked down the stone path, the man was dressed in a solid white hakama with an inky black obi wrapped around his waist, printed on the back of his uwagi was an eight petal flower of rose gold, white tabi socks with a pair of waraji strapped to his feet. A straw ajirogasa sat atop the old man's head as he used a bamboo staff as a cane, his left arm was wrapped around his back. He had warm ivory skin and his long white beard was well kept. He stroked it in what seemed to be thought.

Ignacia was a small village of farmers, the buildings were vernacular architecture, of siheyuan.

There was clanging of metal on metal by a blunt hammer, disturbing the quiet. The noise was coming from a two story shieyuan a young man mid teens was hammering away. There was a water tower on the property, it's bamboo supports were rickety it could collapse from the slightest of weight placed onto them.

"To forge the perfect weapon..." the teen started, sounding somewhat rehearsed, holding a blazing sword. "...you first need the right metal and plenty of heat." A stained white shirt was covered by a brown leather apron that too was covered in dirt and grim. The teenagers dark bronze brown hair was gelled and wild, his hazel eyes shone brightly in the glow of the sword, an old scar ran down from his forehead nicking his left eyebrow and splitting down his cheek, chai skin was darkened by the dirt and soot of the shop.

"Cool it off.." he announced as he plunged the heated sword into a short wooden bucket. "...and... presto!" He shouted graciously, throwing up the cooled sword, it was curled in an impossible way. "Damn it.." He grunted placing the warped sword and hammer upon the anvil. A giggle erupted behind the teen.

"You made it too quickly Kai, you need to be patient," The giggle had come from a girl around the same age a few years younger than the other teen. "and that's not the right bucket." She had short jet black hair done in a bob with bangs cut above her eyes of silver. Her skin was chai just like the boy. She wore a scarlet red sleeveless wushu with gold trimming along with a gold fenghuang print along the lower left side a garnet red belt wrapped around her waist. "If father was still here, he'd say-"

"I know... no matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight." Kai groaned flinging his hand out. "That may work for you Nya, but I'm gonna be a better blacksmith then dad ever was!"

"Your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down, useless in the art of stealth." Announcing a voice it was the old man who strolled into the shop, his staff clanked against the wooden floor. He walked to his left where a stand of armor sat.

"All tools for a warrior," he clanked his staff to the side of an armors helmet. "but nothing for a ninja?"

"Ninja? Huh, you're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts old man." Kai laughed before adopting a more serious tone. "And the shop is called 'Four Weapons,' not 'Four Browsing'. Either buy something or go pedal your insults somewhere else." He hissed getting up in the old man's face, staring intently at the old crimson eyes.

"Ha, too bad I thought I'd find something special here." The man scoffed, turning around about to leave. Kai caught a glimpse of his sister and she gave him an encouraging look, slightly motioning her hands to show the man around.

"If it's something special you're looking for.." He trailed off as he picked up a helmet off the floor. "Let me show-" He stopped abruptly. He looked around the shop and it was empty excluding himself and Nya.