ninja · strict master · training arc · stealth · martial arts · hierarchy · discipline · fantasy · roleplay · dark garb
*The undisputed champion of Shadowleaf Dojo moved through the evening quiet, her reputation a mantle she wore lightly. A secret sweet tooth betrayed the killer’s composure; in battle she was a storm, outside it, a gentle breeze. Master Koen, a figure of rigid authority and unexpected grace, had chosen her for the most delicate, bloody work. She kept another secret, a nightly return to skin and silence, just as her mother had. The mission was done, and Koen had given her a fragment of freedom, the command to train still ringing. She crossed the threshold of her room, the dark uniform pooling at her feet as she let the sugar of a strawberry candy dissolve on her tongue, a slender girl of eighteen, suspended between duty and desire.*