A couple of weeks had passed since the turtles had encountered the Kraang, small pink brain-like aliens in robot suits, the ones responsible for the mutagen bomb. The turtles had decided that they needed to be stopped, with the help of April and Casey, they've been able to locate other locations around the city where the kraang could be hiding. Donatello went ahead and upgraded his and his brother's weapons, using the metal of the Kraang's robot suits, allowing the turtles to actually damage the kraang.

Although the turtles think that the kraang is a one and done thing, they are completely wrong. Things are only just beginning for the turtles.


It was a sunny day for the city of New York, barely any clouds to hide away the beautiful azure color of the sky. A small private jet landed on an airstrip of the JFK international airport. The hatch door opened once the plane had connected to some mobile stairs, letting the passengers out. A tall, broad-shouldered man, sporting a luxury black coat with a red scarf wrapped around his neck exited the plane. Although his apparel framed a civil figure, his features showed a more rough character. His jawline and cheekbones were sharp, long black slick hair tied into a ponytail, a large scar laid on top of his left eye, giving more mystery of the one sporting it is. Next came out a short but muscular woman with neck length black hair, wearing a luxury black coat with knee-high boots. Both passengers entered a limousine that had been waiting at the bottom of the plane and drove off into the city.

Both passengers gazed through the window, admiring and taking in everything that New York had to offer. They must admit, it was different than what they were used too.

"This is the city of New York. I must say it does have its charm." The man spoke as he admired the architecture of the buildings.

"Not as beautiful as Japan, though." The woman said, remembering her home country. The man chuckled, "You do have a point there."

"I hope that this city will prove worth expanding our power. I do not want to waste my efforts in a city that will not benefit us." The man admitted. The woman put a hand on top of his. "Do not worry, father, this city will be ours." She reassured. The man gave a faint smile to his daughter, "Always so optimistic. Just like your mother."

The limousine stopped as it had reached its destination, a large skyscraper next to the Hudson River, coated in dark blue glass. Simple in its form yet very modern. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for the passengers. They got out of the car and entered the building to be met with a man in a suit.

He greeted them warmly, bowing once near them, "Sensei Saki, Karai, it is good to see you have made it here safely."

"A rather long flight but we are glad to be here, Nakamura," Saki admitted as he too bowed.

"Come then, sensei. I will show you the building." Nakamura said before leading Saki and Karai towards an elevator. He clicks the button for the top floor and the elevator begins to travel upwards. As they waited to reach the top floor, Nakamura began to make conversation.

"Most of the bottom stories of the building are reserved for your weapons company. We have prohibited them from accessing the upper floors as per your request. Only those with authorization may enter the top stories. The floors above the company house all the labs, weaponry, and training dojo's for your clan. There are also sleeping and living quarters for them. The last top floors are reserved for you and your elites. They house your weaponry, living quarters, and the dojo." Nakamura reported.

They reached the top floor and the doors open, the passengers walking out towards a hallway that broke off into three directions. They continued forward to the large ceiling high doors. Nakamura opened the door and Saki and Karai went inside, Nakamura following behind.

The dojo was rather large, larger than the one that Saki was used too in Japan. It was decorated with dark oak on the walls and columns holding up the ceiling. The floors were of dark marble and at the edges of it housed an aquarium with koi fish. In the middle of the room laid a large black chair with a moderately sized table in front of it, framed by a solid black wall with the symbol of a foot embroiled into a large banner. At the right of the room, there is a door that leads towards a helicopter and a gorgeous view of the river beneath it.

A tall, muscular, blonde man stood patiently in the room as Nakamura turned to introduce him. He towered over everyone in the room, his build has wide and his shoulders were broad. He had a tattoo of a purple dragon on his left arm, one reminiscent of how the Japanese depict the mythical creature.

"This man right here is Hun, the leader of the largest gang in New York, the Purple Dragons." Nakamura introduced. Hun came close to Saki and bowed.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir." Hun greeted as he straightened himself.

"Thank you, Hun. I hope your Purple Dragons prove to be as great as you say it to be." Saki said. "You don't have to worry about that, sir. I can assure you, we the purple dragons will follow all your orders." Hun reassured him.

"Good. Also, I prefer you to call me Master." Saki requested to which Hun agreed. Saki cleared his throat as he made his way towards his chair and sat down.

"Now onto business. Hun, are there any enemies I need to know about when trying to bring my faction here? I presume you would have some knowledge on that." Saki questioned.

"Yes, master. There are five mafia groups in the city and surrounding neighborhoods. They are very powerful and control much of the city." Hun explained. "I see. Is there more?"

"Mostly personal enemies of the dragons but they do not matter. We can handle them." Hun answered.

"If I may, who are your enemies? Perhaps we can use them to our advantage." Karai joined in.

"Mostly other gangs around the city. But there are these… four turtles who are the worst of them. They have been facing against us for the past 2 years. They're pretty tough and the only ones who have been able to hurt the dragons." Hun hesitantly explained, not sure how they would take having the dragons be beaten by a couple of mutants.

"Turtles?" Saki questioned. "But I wouldn't worry about them, they have nothing to do with the Foot," Hun reassured his master who heeds those words.

"Thank you, Hun. You may leave us now. Your first mission will be given to you once everything is settled. Make sure your Dragons are ready." He stated. Hun gave a final bow before exiting the room. Saki also waved Nakamura farewell as he went to continue his work.

Saki turned to face his daughter, "Karai, find recruits that are willing to join my army, I will start preparing our operations."

"Hai, father," Karai said.

Saki got out of his chair and put a hand on Karai's shoulder. He extends his other arm to the door and began walking towards it. "Come, let us rest now."


The sound of spray paint broke the quiet of the night. Michelangelo had grabbed his sprays and decided it was time to paint another barren wall of the city. Mikey was the only one who really lived up to his name, he had a knack for graffiti. Ever since he was small he would paint the walls of the sewers with drawings that would pop up into his head. It brought him joy to share his art with others.

His brothers had come along to watch him, chowing down on an extra-large pepperoni pizza that they got on the way. Every time one of the came along with their little brother they would always give him ideas.

Swallowing his last bite of pizza, Michelangelo gave one final spray to the wall of the building, completing another masterpiece. He turned around to his brother to find approval.

"So, what do you guys think?" He asked as he wiped the sweat off of his head with his forearm, careful of not spreading the wet paint from his hands.

The final product was a kraang out of its robot suit with the words kraang in bold pink and teal colors in a rough but futuristic font. His brothers applauded at his work.

"Nice work bro!" Raphael praised his little brother, who in turn appreciates the compliment.

"Seems you got a little inspired lately by those things," Donnie exclaimed as he got up from the ac unit he was sitting on and walked over towards the wall to get a closer look to the still fresh paint.

"The kraang might be bad guys but they are fun to draw," Mikey admitted to his purple-clad brother. He lifted his hand petted Mikey's head, Don's way of showing affection. Both started packing the spray paints back into the black and orange backpack Mikey had come with. The two eldest brothers got up from the ac unit.

"Let's head home now. Looks like nothing's happenin' tonight." Leo said as peered down onto the street, everything normal and quiet for once in their bustling and busy home.

"Guess again, fearless," Raphael said, gaining the attention of the other turtles. "Check this out." The turtles peered over the edge of the roof and saw what Raphael had pointed at.

"Purple Dragons," Raphael stated.

"What are they doing here?" Donnie pondered. They all stayed quiet, kneeling down near the edge of the roof, listening to the loud voice coming from the alleyway. They spotted the owner of the voice to be Hun.

"Come dragons! We got a job to do and we can't screw it up! Hurry into the trucks! We're gonna miss the shipment!" Hun barked at his men as they did what they were told. One by one they enter into black armored trucks.

"Shipment?" Leo mumbled, a bit confused at what they are planning.

"Just think about the pay that the master is gonna give us! Now move!" Hun barked again, this time giving motivation to his men before climbing into one of the trucks and driving off to who knows where.

"It looks like they're working for someone," Leo claimed as he got up from his knees.

"Is that good or bad?" Mikey asked. "That depends on who they're working for," Leo answered.

"Come on, let's go after them and see what they're up too," Raphael said as he started to get filled with adrenaline on just the thought of smashing some no good scums to the ground.

"Right, let's move before we lose them," Leo said before taking the lead and following the trucks. His brothers following close behind.

The turtles chased after the dragons all the way to a warehouse near the docks on the Hudson River. They infiltrate the building through the open windows and listen closely from the support beams.

"Everything is going smoothly master. The shipment is secure and is being loaded into the cars as per your orders sir." Hun stated into the phone that he held up his ear.

"Those mafia boys won't even know what hit 'em." Hun boasted to the caller. "We'll be out shortly." Hun cut the call and put his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to his men.

Leo signaled his brothers to drop down and stop the Dragons from escaping with the cargo. They sneak their way through the warehouse, taking out all the Dragons they ran into and hiding their unconscious beings away from plain sight.

"Hurry it up!" Hun roared to his men as they began getting the last of the cargo into the trucks. Hun noticed that some of his men were missing and decided to investigate. He peered around the corner of a cargo crate and saw his men unconscious. He looked up to see the turtles sitting on top of the crate.

Leonardo took the first move, jumping off the crate and kicked Hun in the face with his right foot. The other turtles soon followed by repeating Leo's kicks, pushing Hun back to the center of the warehouse.

Gaining his composure, he looked up and gave a sly smirk, "Look who it is. The turtles. Didn't think you'd show up."

"We wouldn't have if it were not for that loud ass voice you got." Raphael teased.

"Alright Hun, we can do this easy way or the hard way!" Mikey warned as he pointed his nunchucks at the bulking mass of muscle.

"Alright then, turtles. Let's do this the hard way. Foot! Attack!"

Suddenly a hoard of ninjas came out of the shadows, surrounding the four turtles.

"Ninjas?! Other than us?!" Donnie exclaimed as he and his brother back up against each other's shells.

"Come on, we can take them!" Leo said before lunging at the ninjas.

One of them got ready to strike at Leonardo. He dodged the attack and kick the ninja down to the ground. Leo gazed at the ninja and looked at the clan symbol that had been painted onto the black cloth. The symbol of a red foot adorned the ninja.

"A foot?" Leo pondered curiously. Something about that foot was familiar to Leonardo. An image popped its way to the front of Leo's mind, an image of his mother painting a red foot onto a piece of paper with the words Ashi no Ichizuko on the side. He pondered the image until realization hit him.

"The foot clan?!" He blurted out.

Being distracted, the ninja got up and swung his leg under Leonardo. Gaining focus, Leo sprung up and defend himself against his opponent. He was too strong for Leonardo and managed to get Leo open and kicked him into a pile for crates where he joined his fallen brothers as they too were best by the ninjas.

Hun stood and watched how the ninjas made handy work of the turtles. One of the dragons came up to him.

"The cargo is secured." He reported to Hun who smiled in delight. "Excellent. Let's move out!" Hun ordered as he, the purple dragons and the foot vanished from the scene, leaving the bodies of the unconscious turtles in the pile of crates.

Groaning filled the room as the turtles picked themselves up from the crates.

"Everyone good?" Donnie asked, using his staff to stand up.

"No... ow..." Raph groaned as he rubbed his lower back with his hand.

"My head hurts…" Mikey mumbled as he was helped up by Donatello. "Man, those guys hit like trucks…" Raph said.

Leo was distant from his brothers, he looked around the warehouse, his mind running towards the image of that foot.

"The foot… it can't be them… can it?" Leo said under his breath.

"Can't be what?" Raph asked him as he came to stand by him. Leo turned to face him. "Those guys… those ninjas, they wore the symbol of the foot. Hun even called them foot." Leo explained.

"Wait, you mean the foot clan? The one that mom told us about when we were kids?" Raphael questioned. "Yes! I saw the symbol on their clothes. It was the same one that mom showed us." Leo confirmed.

"But why would they be here in New York? Why would they team up with the dragons?" Mikey pondered.

"I… don't know actually…" Leo admitted.

"If the Foot is here, things just got a whole lot worse…" Donnie said after analyzing their situation.

Police sirens sounded from the outside of the warehouse, getting louder by every passing second. It was their cue to get out of there.

"Let's go. We'll discuss this at home." Leo said before he and his brothers retreated out of the building, just in time before the cops showed up.


Hun awaited for the elevator to stop at his desired floor. The doors opened once they hit the top floor of the building, Hun exited and walked his way to the large doors at the end of the hall. He opened them slowly and entered the dark candlelit room. He walked over to the chair that was set at the opposite end of the room and kneeled before it.

Oroku Saki leaned out to Hun, prepared to hear him.

"Was your mission successful, Hun?" Saki questioned him.

"Yes, master. Though, we did run into some... problems, the foot was able to take care of it." Hun reported. Saki smiled in satisfaction, "Excellent. You may leave now." Hun bowed before retreating from the room back into the hallway.

Saki turns to face his daughter who was standing beside him.

"How are things in Japan? How are my elites fairing there?" Saki asked her.

"It seems everything is going well in Japan, father. No need to worry. Your elites have had no trouble maintaining order there." Karai answered her father.

"Good. Also, I need you to explore the city, see its inner workings and possible blind spots from the authorities." Saki ordered her. "Yes, father."

He cups his daughter's face in his hand, "Take this as a bit of freedom from everything. Do what you wish in their city, but do not be seen."

Karai smiles at her father and leans her face in his hand. "Thank you, father."


The turtles soon arrived home all battered and beaten from their encounter with the foot. Their mother was on the couch watching her soap operas when she heard footsteps come from the entrance. She stood up and walked over to her sons.

"You're home." She said as she checked her sons for injuries. "Purple dragons?"

"Ugh… sorta." Raphael said while making his way towards the couch. "What do you mean 'sorta?'" Shen asked, confused about her sons choice of words. Leonardo came to her side and attempted to explain.

"This might sound crazy but… we kinda fought… the foot." Leo nervously explained.

Shen was frozen on the spot, her mind drawing a blank at the words she just heard. She slowly processed the information before talking again.

"W-What do you mean you fought the foot?" She questioned. This time, Donatello took over the explaining.

"Okay, we were chasing after the purple dragons because they were gonna steal something. Don't know what but that doesn't matter. When we got there some ninjas came out of nowhere and attacked us. During the fight, we saw the symbol of a red foot on their clothes. The same one you showed us when we were kids." He explained.

"And are you sure about this?" Shen questioned him, not fully convinced. Leo put his hand on top of her shoulder, "Mom, we're sure." That seemed to persuade her.

"But why would they be here in New York?" Shen wondered.

"That's what we wanted to ask you," Leo admitted to her. "Well, I don't really have an answer for you," Shen said.

"Well, that's not helpful," Raphael said out loud.

"But if those ninjas you fought are actually the foot, I want you four to be careful. They may not seem like much but they are extremely dangerous, especially if…" Shen captioned them before giving a pause, sudden images in her head that halted her speech.

"If what?" Mikey asked, wanting his mother to finish.

Shen inhaled and exhaled a breath, her hands clenching her staff tighter.

"I-If you encounter Oroku Saki." She finished.

"Your brother?" Mikey asked.

"Yes."

"We can take him, can we?" Raphael said.

"No!" She snapped at them. The turtles were taken back by her snap. It was rare for her to get so worked up at them, instilling fear into her sons whenever she did. Shen calmed herself down after her small explosion, breathing in slowly.

"No... Saki is far more skilled than you four put together. He can kill all of you in a matter of seconds. He is extremely dangerous, avoid him if you somehow happen to find him or if he finds you." Shen warned them, "Please..."

The turtles agreed with her warning. Shen gripped her staff tightly around her hand and began walking to her room.

"Get yourselves patched before you go to sleep. Goodnight my sons." Shen bid them farewell for the night as she closed the door to her room, leaving her sons in the living room in silence.

"That was weird." Mikey broke the silence, "She barely snaps at us."

"Is Oroku Saki really that dangerous?" Raphael pondered. "I mean... he can't be that tough right?"

"Mom never lies about anything, especially if it has something to do with her past life. We... have to take her word for it." Leo argued.

"Oroku Saki isn't what matters right now. The foot is. We need to know why they're working with the purple dragons and stop them if it turns out to be something bad which is most likely the case." Donnie argued.

"You think it's gonna be that simple?" Leo questioned him.

"Dude, we fought alien robots a couple of weeks ago. What's some ninja's gonna do to us?" Donnie countered him.

"Whatever. Let's go get some sleep, I'm tired." Leo said defeated as he stood up from the couch and made his way to the stairs that led to the second story of their home that housed their rooms.

Meanwhile, Shen searched through her drawer for something. She moved and shoved many things out of the way until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed it and took it out from the drawer. She sat her herself on the side of her bed and took a look at the item in her hand.

It was a picture, an old, worn, and crumbled picture. In the picture housed three people, two men, and one woman. Both men were tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular with black sleek hair with chocolate eyes. The woman was fair skinned, with black sleek hair and chocolate eyes like the two men. They were in black clothing, ninja clothing with armor plates covering their arms and chests. Each sported a different colored bandana, the two men wore a dark red and a dark green bandana respectively. The woman sported a teal one.

The ones in the photo were Tang Shen before she had become mutated, Hamato Yoshi, her late husband, and Oroku Saki, her adoptive brother. Oroku Saki... She had many fond memories of him but one dark stands out above the rest. Fire and blood fill her mind as she looks at his picture. She grips the photo tightly, creating more creases.

"After so many years... why? Why do you have to come back?"