Based on the 2012 Nick show.
"I should have stayed in the lair with the others." Raphael yawned deeply tired as he and Leo stood on one of the tall roof-tops of New york.
"It was your decision to come, I didn't make you." Leo responded as he laid flat on his stomach, starring intensely through a pair of binocoulars.
"You know just as well as I do that it's dangerous for us to be alone out in the open." Raph told as he rolled his eyes. "Donnie was to busy with his machines, and Mikey isn't exactly ideal to take out for back-up." He mumbled.
"Aww Raph, did you worry about me?" Leo asked in a smirk turning his head around to catch Raphael's eyes.
"No!" Raphael stated at ones. "I just don't want to face Splinters punishment when he discovered I let you go out alone."
Leonardos smirk only grew wider by that admission before he turned back looking down on the street.
"Tell me again, what are we looking at?" Raphael asked in a sigh. "What is so special down there that you just had to come out tonight?" he asked.
"They are opening an exhibition, it's only going to be there for a very limited time, around three months." Leo patiently explained.
"And that's in special interest to you, why?" Raphael asked.
"The exhibition is on old Japanese martial arts artefacts." Leo told in a wide smile. "They shipped all of that stuff, directly from Japan for people to see, some of the spears and swords in there is over a thousand years old."
"You really think there is any stuff down there Splinter hasn't all-ready demonstrated for us?" Raphael asked with a lifted eye-brow.
"It's not the same, some of the stuff down there are parts of genuine history, it'll be like getting close to the real history of Nin-jutsu." Leonardo smiled, as he spoke in a excited voice.
Raphael exhaled deeply. "Okay I guess I get it." He told. "But why are we here today? The security has to be on it's highest on the opening night of the exhibition, why not just wait a week? Or maybe a month?" he asked. "We can't even get in any-how, what's the point of standing up here looking down."
"You haven't listened to a thing I said in the lair have you?" Leonardo asked a little annoyed. "Raph, there's coming a very important representative from Japan to deliver the Tengu-sword, the sword itself is supposed to be thousands of years old, and the man, he is supposed to be one of the most respected nin-jutsu masters in all of Japan. Toriama Takashi, one of the greatest martial experts whom ever lived."
That seemed to peak Raphaels interests as he looked down. "So this dude is supposed to be pretty hardcore huh?" he asked.
"If every-thing they say about him is true, he should be able to give Splinter a run for his money." Leonardo replied looking down.
"I'll believe it when I see it." Raphael snorted crossing his arms.
"There he is!" Leonardo exclaimed excited pointing downwards.
And as it happened, Raphael was unable to contain his own curiosity, as he leaned over the ledge of the building and looked down, he squinted his eyes. "Where?" he asked.
"He is in that black car." Leonardo pointed. "He is coming out now." He told barely able to contain the excitement in his voice.
Raphael squinted his eyes as he looked at the appointed black car as it drew up the pavement where it stopped, so the crowd down there could see it, first out of the car stepped a young Japanese looking man, looking some-where in his thirties, he was wearing what almost looked like a sleek black ninja suite or an Asian inspired jacket and trousers, the young man bowed as he held open the door, and out stepped what looked like a frail old Japanese man, he had long snow-white hair tied up in a horse-tail and a long beard, he was wearing a long dark red robe and the moment he stepped out of the car, the young man supported the old man whom seemed having slight trouble walking, until he finally got a hold of his cane which he leaned heavily on.
Raphael stood back as he snorted. "That's supposed to be the great nin-jutsu master whom can give Splinter a run for his money?" he asked sarcastically.
"Hey, the man is old!" Leonardo defended him. "It takes time to learn all the secrets of Nin-jutsu, we should show him prober respect." He lectured.
"Yeah, what-ever." Raphael yawned deeply, then leaned his chin in the palm of his hand as he bored looked at the crowd and the old man. "God this is dull." He them murmered after a while.
Leonardo how-ever didn't seem to think so, as he just as excitedly laid flat on his stomach and observed through his binoculars.
Raphael rolled his eyes, then looked down and frowned. "Hey." He stopped.
"What?" Leonardo asked.
"Where did the olds man assistant go?" Raphael asked.
"What do you mean?" Leonardo asked.
"The young dude, assistitng the Master Tori.. Tora…"
"Toriama." Leo corrected him.
"What-ever, there was an assistant with him right?" Raphael asked.
"Yeah.." Leo nodded. "What about him?" he asked.
"Where is he?" Raphael asked.
"I don't know, bathroom break?" Leonardo asked.
Raphael frowned as Leonardo turned around to look at his brother, only to silence.
"What?" Raphael asked.
"Shh." Leonardo whispered as he reached into his belt, grabbed a shurinken, and then threw it, right past Raphael.
Raphael twirled around, just in time to witness a ninja jump out of the shadow to dodge the shurinkens. The same Ninja as they had seen down on the streets mere minutes ago, now rolling around on the ground to land on his feet's as he pulled his katana sword. "Enemy ninjas! Prepare to defend yourselves." The young man spoke in a stern voice.
Rapahel grinned. "Oh yes, this is what I call a night out in town." He stated as he grabbed his sais.
Leonardo however sighed deeply. "Why does every ninja we ever meet have to be our enemy?" he asked as unsheeded his own katanas.
"So what are you?" Raphael asked swinging his sais. "Foot-Ninja? Or some other exotic clan out to kill us?" he asked.
"Foot-clan!?" The young man yelled, and then charged for both turtles, suddenly having his sword up against Raphaels throat. "What do you know of the foot-clan short one?" he asked in a deep his.
"Hey!" Leonardo yelled as he pointed his own sword right at the other ninjas neck. "Don't threaten my brother like that. If you hold your own health dear in any way."
The young man snorted, then suddenly in a impressive twirl, swung around, and knocked the sword out of Leos hand. "Oh no you didn't!" Leonardo responded, and with his remaining Katana sword attacked the ninja, whom jumped up and avoided, soon Raphael joined in on a two against one battle.
All though sadly, as they soon found out.. the two of them against the young man, seemed like a rather equal battle.
"Damn, he's actually quite good." Raphael breathed heavily as he was pushed aside ones again, only to be frontal attacked by the ninja and had to roll aside for a dodge.
"HIYA! Leonardo attacked the ninja from behind, only for the ninja to step aside, and smack Leo into the ground, soon after Raphael following, both of them getting quite the beat down.
"Now enemy ninja, you will tell me what I need to know." The young man spoke raising his sword.
"Not on your life." Leonardo spat.
"Then I will force it out of you." The young man spoke.
Raphael rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that is what they all say." He sighed, just as a big scream sounded from beneath them.
The young man blinked. "What?" he asked.
"Dude.." Raphael wide-eyed looked up. "Foot-clan!" he exclaimed.
"MASTER!" The young ninja turned around and left the two turtles jumping up on the ledge. "Master." He spoke again looking down, and then suddenly jumped down.
"HEY!" Raphael yelled. "Don't just run away like that! Finish the fight!" he demanded also running for the building ledge and was just about to jump.
"RAPH NO!" Leonardo managed to stop the turtle by pulling him back so both tumbled down on the ground. "Raphael, there's like a ton of people down there, if you jump down you'll be seen!" he told.
"Oh for cruds sake." Raphael murmured annoyed crossing his arms. "There's also a ton of foot-ninjas down there, so we should just do nothing?" he asked.
"Unfortunately we don't have any choice." Leonardo murmured. "It's not just people down there, but tons of representations from television stations, and we don't want to make us the news story of the year." He sighed.
"You're sure it's the right choice?" Raphael asked. "I mean, it's foot ninjas down there, we should stop them."
Leonardo nodded. "We should head back home before the entire area is crawling with helicopters and their cameras." He stated.
"Yes you did make the right choice." Splinter confirmed as Leonardo had told the whole story back in the lair. "A part of being a ninja, is to know when to retrieve so you can make a stronger come-back later, rather retrieve to safety in time, than loosing to much for nothing." He stated. "Well done my son, wise decision."
"Figures." Raphael mumbled though he sounded slightly annoyed.
"You sound upset Raphael." Splinter pointed out.
"He's probably just annoyed he got beat up." Donatello commented as he lazily sat back in the couch in front of the television where from he had listened to their story.
"Am not!" Raphael stated. "It's just, what did the foot want?" he asked. "Why were they there? Who was that young ninja? Way more skilled than the average foot, I would have to say Bradford good. He is another general?" he asked.
Splinter shrugged. "Only time will tell." He told. "But perhaps we could figure out by other means." He commented and walked towards the couch where Donatello sat, only to reach down and grab to remote, to turn on the television, to channel six news.
"Stunning turn of Events in new-york as the exhibition of japaneese martial arts seemed to come alive." A news-reporter spoke. "Master Toriama Takashi, visiting from Japan, was kidnapped of what appears to be real time ninjas. Though whether he was kidnapped, or it was just an elaborate show-case made by the exhibition remains to be seen. This reporter in any case, is very impressed by the work there must have gotten into seeing the ninja-weapons in action. If it was meant to attract attention to the exhibition, I will have to say, well done." At that Splinter turned off the television.
"Kidnapped the old man?" Raphael blinked. "What do the foot-clan want with him?" he asked.
"That ninja you fought, did you get his name?" Splinter asked Raphael and Leonardo.
"No sensei." Leonardo told. "That wasn't exactly on our minds, we were just defending ourselves." He told.
Splinter frowned deeply. "We should find him." He told in a even deeper frown.
"Hai.. Sensei." Leonardo blinked. "I and Raph can go back to the spot later tonight when the news reporters are gone, maybe he'll be there to." He told. "Donnie and Mikey, are you ready for that?" he asked.
"Sure." Donatello blinked as Michelangelo nodded from where he was napping in his tire hanging from the ceiling.
Splinter smiled a little amused as he shook his head. "You miss understand me." He told. "I would appreciate your help greatly in finding him, but it is me who needs to go talk to that ninja, not fight him, just talk." He told.
Leonardo blinked clearly surprised, Splinter usually always let them do things on their own so they could gather exsperience, so why did he change his mind this time around?. "But.. Why?" he asked. "Do you know some-thing Sensei?" he asked a little confused.
"I know that Toriama Takashi is a friend, and we need to help him." Splinter told, making all of the turtles blink as they all suddenly looked at Splinter, giving him their undivided attention "Master Toriama, or Master Tori as we liked to call him, taught me every-thing I know, I spend most of my youth being constantly beaten into the ground by that man. For he is my Sensei and my Master." Splinter told.
Making every single turtle gape as they wide-eyed looked at Splinter, as if they could barely believe their own ears.