The forces of nature are the greatest power there is in this world. Mind you, that's not saying much. Compared to the powers contained in the celestial planes, the power on this planet is miniscule. Not even Mata Nui himself could control those powers.

My name is Kanin. I live on Voya Nui, and run a dojo here. My full name is Kanohininja, and I am, in fact a ninja. I was teaching the mainstream dojo class, those pupils who have dedicated their lives to the way of nature's gift, who live at the dojo.

These four have their own powers, though for our 3 newcomers, what these powers are has yet to be discovered. They all know of their elemental power, and in fact, some their kanohi powers, their mask powers. But there is more.

There is their biological essence.

I was showing them how to pull off a twin scythe maneuver. I had two swords in my hands as I ran at a pole in front of me. As I approached it, I leapt into the air, and held out my arms to either side of me, and extending the swords, one ahead of me, one behind me. They looked like, ironically, twin scythes. I began to spin, and the swords became a blur of steel. As I was about to hit the pole, I filled the swords with my natural Kedusham. The blades glowed red as they were imbued with the power of fire. I struck the pole.

Once!

Twice!

As I landed on the far side of the pole, said item melted into a pile of molten protodermis; colloquially called "Lava". The students gasped in amazement as the sludge sizzled on the micro-fiber enhanced floor mat the pole had been on. I turned around, looking at the four. Newcomers indeed – it was their first day at the dojo, with the exception of Onere. I glanced at my top student. This was Onere's fourth year at the dojo. The young matoran couldn't have been much more than 12 or 13.

Then again, neither am I.

I chuckled to myself, then walked over to stand in front of the gaping pupils.

"With the possible exception of Onere, none of you will be able to do that for many years if at all."

Watching their faces fall kind of made me feel guilty, so I added as an after-thought.

"Luckily, with my help, you will quite probably eventually manage to do that. Now, there's a rack of swords to your left. Go and pick a sword that feel right for you, and then bring it back to me."

As I finished talking, a rack of swords swung out of the wall about 20 feet to their left. The matoran got up and ran over there. Onere already had a sword, so I'd stuck it on the rack. When all the matoran had got their swords, they turned to come back to me.

Only problem was, there was now a 3-metre wide chasm in between us.

Onere raised an eyebrow at me, but flipped across with ease. He knew many of my tricks, and he'd had to cross wider gaps before. The other three were stuck. Then, one grabbed another sword off the rack, and started climbing the wall to get across the chasm. The other two glanced at each other, then one used an inflatable hot air balloon to get across. The other climbed in with him, and they sailed across together. I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought.

A matoran garbed in black stood on top of the dojo. In his left hand he held a ruby. In his right, a pack of a strange gelatinous liquid. He closed his eyes, and the ruby began to glow an auburn light, flickering and dancing. Then a beam of fire shot up into the sky. The creature of the night dropped the packet and leapt off the dojo with a spin. A split second later, the beam came back down, and struck the packet. It exploded in a colourful array of blues, reds and oranges.

A split second is all it takes for a Gukko to read all it needs.

It takes even less time when said Gukko is me.