Norrisville. At night it was easy to think that it was just a peaceful town. During the day, it housed constant problems, many centering 'round the High school. Weekends were less crazy than most weekdays, but nights were calm itself. Even ninjas had to sleep. And that's what she was counting on.

800 years, and some things never changed. New ninjas were picked to fight the sorcerer every 4 years. The sorcerer tried in vain to escape, but again, to no avail. But no longer. She had been watching him from afar, in a way that no one would suspect, not even a ninja. She had pinpointed his weakest vulnerability: what he called "schloomping." Whenever he gazed into the Nomicon, the ninja's handbook, he went unconscious. If she could just lengthen that period long enough for the sorcerer to get free…. Oh, it had not been easy. The search for the perfect spell had taken well over 100 years, but finally, she had found it. The Ninja's fate was sealed.