Sensei Kusokurae
Prologue
It all started on one dark, late Saturday night. I was skulking after one of the greatest assassins of all time, Sensei Kusokurae…
I crept as quietly as is humanely possible, and lighter than a feather. Also, I moved at the speed of light, still chasing my old Master, Sensei Kusokurae. He tried to take my life, now I will take his, without hesitation.
I was so attention starved at home; it made me vulnerable to the rest of the world. Now, when I can look back on those days when I was exceptionally credulous, I realize that he tried to make himself important by utterly obliterating our innocent little minds. He wholly envenomed us with his unremitting bursts of anger. He twisted our minds and made us into little monsters. And to think, that immoral horror almost transformed us into little demons, only for our parents to have to deal with later on that week. His actions were very juvenile in the fact that he tried to take out his anger on innocent little children. What type of person does that to little kids?
I hate Sensei Kusokurae so much! He wouldn't teach me how to stalk my "prey" soundlessly. He boorishly refused to teach me the ways of a ninja of the "Modern Age". He acted like I was his favorite pupil, so I started acting more noble in class just to get a daily plaudit from him. I'll have to assume I was wrong from the start, very, very wrong.