This is the ninja storm chapter of my series; if you're still reading this is chapter 9 I think.

SAMURAI'S HONOR

Cam was having a bad day…

It started when that psychopathic uncle of his attacked; becoming the Samurai Ranger had been cool but learning Lothor was his uncle made him feel really sick. On the other had those two dippy girls Marah and Kapri were his cousins and despite wanting to make Lothor proud of them they seemed relatively honest and harmless.

With the wind and thunder rangers Cam was going full tilt but nothing seemed to be working right against the monster. Then they released mini-zord and that allowed the wind and thunder megazords to combine; all they managed at that point was a small win; if this had been a boxing match there was no tko just maybe ahead on points.

Then of course there was the fact that Tori, the blue ranger seemed to have no clue that he really had it bad for her; that was worse than the monster problems they were having; way worse. "Dude." Cam spun around startled; fortunately it was only Dustin. "What do you want?" "Sensei said he wants you in ninja ops for something big. Maybe a way to stop that ugly monster." Interesting his dad might have something. The last time this happened he had become the Samurai Ranger.

"You wanted me dad?" It no longer seemed weird to ask that question of a 6-inch guinea pig; even in this form his dad was still talented and very skilled.

"Yes, my son. As you are aware Lothor has achieved a more dangerous monster than we thought possible. All six of you together barely managed a draw. However, there may be a way to win this fight." At that suggestion everyone looked interested. The wind ninjas Dustin in yellow, Tori in blue and Shane in red. For some reason Cam had always thought it odd that Shane wore red when his discipline was air. He had asked his dad many times why there was no fire discipline but always had that subject politely but firmly closed. Over there were the thunder rangers Hunter and Blake. They were adopted by the same parents and so were brothers without a blood connection; despite that they were closer than many friends. Hunter had long blond hair and wore crimson while Blake looked Mexican or Hispanic and wore navy.

"You have asked me many times why there is no discipline for fire despite the coloring of the uniform; now is the time for that answer. Centuries ago the wind academy had 4 disciplines not 3 and they were in great harmony; but over 250 years ago a group of them used their powers to rebel and attacked the cities, setting fire. And in a country like Japan with buildings made of paper walls you can guess the result. It was difficult to sort out the guilty from the innocent but in the end all but one were captured and punished. That one fled and was never heard from again."

"Said tale Pop, but what does that have to do with me. You swore to mom that I would never learn the path of ninja and this qualifies so why tell me?"

"Because Cam, since the discipline was lost it does not qualify under the promise I made. You must learn the art of Fire."

You could literally hear a pin drop; way too quiet.

"I tell you because in order to learn this skill you must prove your worth. There have been others but they were deemed unworthy and lacking in honor to be taught. I can start you on your way but you must pass the test and learn the path or die. Will you accept the challenge?"