A lone figure did meditation underneath a peach tree. Not a single fruit had hit him in his many years at the Monastery and none shall hit him. His skills and senses were keen past normal human senses. This figure was one you wouldn't wish to mess with. He wore white robes with a black belt and symbols on his uniform to protect him from darkness. He carried a dark wooden staff and upon his head he wore a rice hat. Though he was thousands of years old he looked quite young for an old feller. He had a long white beard with a connecting mustache and it never got dirty, it always kept its shape and color. This man was Sensei Wu and he's a ninja.
A/N: Sorry the prologue is so short. Anyway, this story was written for my sisters birthday so it's not up to my usual standards. I apologize for all the gramatical errors, the formatting of the story at points, and for the lameness but overall I think I did okay. My sister loved it and I hope you do too.