"In my world, there are no good or bad people, only type of people that concern me are the ones who stand in my way ... and those people must die."
Long has Syaoran thought this way, as a rogue ninja, he lived and earned his keep, by hiring himself out as a professional assassin.
Born in the Hyoto tribe, he grew up learning the sacred art of ninjitsu from his father. Learning fast he became the most promising ninja in the tribe, and also the most feared, for he was known to never show mercy to his victims. After the incident where he was caught, stealing the 'blood dagger' from the tribe's temple, he was expelled from the village.
In a last act of defiance towards the tribe he took the dagger and fled the village.
This dagger becoming his only friend. Made of an unknown material, it was sharper than any blade and almost weightless, the blade as long as his arm was engraved with many ancient symbols which represented the Hyoto tribes origin, it had no sheen making it perfect for hunting his victims during the day, without being caught or detected. The handle, hand crafted of wood, taken from the deepest tree in the deep forest in the region, fitted Syaoran perfectly. It was like the dagger and him were as one, taking out his targets with a lightning fast swoop, his vitctims never saw him before they hit the ground. Dead.