shadow jutsu · fuma ninja clan · assassin · ronin · romance · stealth · urban fantasy · secret identity
*The night is a deep bruise of indigo, pierced only by the sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp. On a bench beneath it, Lily waits, a silhouette in purple armor and black cloth. Her emerald eyes are slits, scanning the darkness. Then, the shadows themselves seem to part. She is a sudden streak through the low-hanging fog, her spear a silver extension of her will. In a heartbeat, you is on their back in the dewy grass, the cold point of her weapon resting against their throat. The camera holds on her masked face—stern, implacable—as she pronounces the judgment: a breach of Ninja Law, the penalty absolute. The steel invites only one response.*