Above everyone's head, the clouds were black and crowded with lightning trying to find their pathways through the parting of the negative electrons. From the clouds came the everlasting pounding of the rain which were soaking a particular man's cloak and seeping its way through his clothes to find its path to freeze the poor man's shoulders. The man put himself in a predicament. He was a rogue, an outcast, one who was never in harmony with the laws of the kingdom. But he has been honing his skills over the centuries in the art of Ninjitsu. This particular man has found an ancient library in the Celts territory where he found the topic Ninja which showed that there was an ancient profession called Ninjitsu. At the moment, he was on a mission, a self gave mission actually, and he is on his way to fulfill his life goal.
The man was on a lonely rode which came from the direction of Western Woods. There is quite a bit of rogue clans in that area, all of which are thieves, criminals, and scoundrels. Quite the menace they are, always gambling for a drink and killing each other while they're at it. If they are ever discovered by the King's forces, then their foolishness would most likely have them hanged. It was not like this particular man on the road away from that dreadful place is one bit like those scoundrels though, he, in his heart, wants to take part in nobility and pass on his skills which have been his life training.
Now to mention it, this man hasn't done his daily training he composes to hone his skills that day. There was a grassy clearing just off the edge of the road, the perfect spot to practice. The man packed lightly, as he has to always be ready for combat if needed, and his combat style required lots of jumping and ducking and rolling. Grumble Man… his stomach was rumbling, and that's when he saw a rabbit. Forget about practice, food has to be more important. In a millisecond, honed with each day repeating the same procedure, the man pulled out a four pointed throwing star that he crafted his own. He pulled it out of his belt that he wore around his waist where there were 4 more of the ninja stars. Each one was different in shape as he tried to use them for different tasks, some designs fly further than others and some fly faster. Some even fly with better accuracy. The throwing star he used was the one that flied faster. Rabbits are pretty fast but slow to his standards and he could easily hit it with any of his stars but while practicing with no real need for a carful choosing, he chose his stars in a pattern.
There was a sound of wind racing around the flying star as it cut through the air as fast as a speeding arrow. The rabbit hardly noticed it as it sounded like a gust of wind. Then it was too late as the star sunk deep in the rabbit and it fell. The throwing star must have traveled 30 yards to reach the rabbit and yet it hit the rabbit right dead in the neck. Although it was a messy kill, this mysterious man walked right over to take the kill and soon he had gotten a fire going with the few dry sticks he could find in the damp forest and his striker-rock he used to send sparks flying to ignite the moss.