Michelangelo Story:

Hisomi held the hand of Michelangelo now named Shin into his own little world to live for the next twelve years. Hisomi brought Shin to small temple with only one room inside of it. One bed for Shin, a small table with two cushions to eat at, a pit with a large pot resting by its handling while being held up by three metal poles; one across the handle and two holding the pot up and beside the large open door there was no other light source or way in or out in the temple. Hisomi placed Shin on the bed then walked over to one of the cushions, turned his body towards Shin and knelt down closing his eyes. Shin looked over to Hisomi trying to understand what was going on but Hisomi made a vow never to speak. The room was filled with no sounds but Shin's breathing. Shin was scared he wanted someone to talk to or someone to comfort him but Hisomi would not coddle him or speak a word, all he did was sit there and mediate while Shin burst into tears. Terrified about everything Shin cried himself to sleep not knowing he was not truly alone.


The next morning Shin work but after crying himself to sleep. He rubbed his swollen eyes with his hands and looked around to see Hisomi was not with him. Fearing he was now truly alone Shin ran out of the temple through the big opening to find himself in the middle of a desert with a large mountain just barely in Shin's sight. Shin could only see the very top of the mountain from where he was. Shin looked down the large staircase to see Hisomi carrying the pot from inside now filled with water towards him. Shin tried to speak with Hisomi but all he got was silence. Shin followed Hisomi inside and watched him replace the pot over the pit and used his chi to start a fire. Shin was impressed he wondered how Hisomi could do something like that with nothing but himself. Hisomi walked over to Shin and pushed him towards the very back of the temple. In darkness Shin could see nothing all he had was the hand on his back and the stone surface on his feet. Hisomi guided Shin through the darkness until he stopped and removed his hand. Taking a step away Hisomi wanted to see if Shin could find him by using all his other senses beside sight. The moment Hisomi took his hand off of Shin's back Shin freaked out, he could not see Hisomi nor would Hisomi listen to his pleas. Shin tried to find Hisomi just by having his hands out and moving around blindly. Hisomi would move out of his way because this was not what he wanted Shin to do. His training would start now and if he didn't find him Hisomi would leave him and move onto another student.

Shin cried out and tried to use his hands to find Hisomi for an hour but felt nothing but the air around him. Shin fell to his knees and started to cry again, covering his head with his hands Shin wished he was somewhere else. Closing his eyes Shin tried to imagine something besides this dark room with a man who would not talk but just stare. Just like a flash of white light passed Shin's eyes Shin could see Hisomi standing behind with his arms crossed against his chest.

How could he see without seeing? Shin got up and instead of blindly walking around trying to find Hisomi like before Shin walked over to Hisomi and grabbed the end of his skirt giving it a slight tug. Shin kept his eyes closed as Hisomi nodded his head and guided Shin out of the darkness. Shin stepped away from Hisomi and told him he could talk out himself. Shin could somehow see in his mind Hisomi smiling at bit at him. Shin and Hisomi walked back into the room with just the small bed. Shin asked Hisomi how he got the water and Hisomi motioned over to the top of the mountain. There might be no words exchanged between the two and Shin might do all the talking be in between the silence there was a conservation.


Years passed as Shin began his training under Hisomi. Hisomi trained him in the basics of ninjutsu and mediation techniques. But mainly focused on gaining knowledge through all of Shin's senses, Hisomi would leave Shin for hours even days until Shin mastered his lesson. There was no rest for the little turtle and there were times when Shin would give up and throw a tantrum but Hisomi would always refocus the child's mind back to what he was learning. But there was one constant factor that Shin would have trouble overcoming no matter what Hisomi did to push Shin over it. And that was loneliness. All Shin had was Hisomi and there were no words exchanged. So in his younger years Shin created an imaginary family with himself and big brother and mother to comfort him when he was alone and needed someone. Shin would talk to himself and try to have conservations in his head with his imaginary family. Hisomi didn't stop him because he too wanted Shin to have someone to talk to him. His vow of silence was eternal and he could not break it. All Hisomi could do was watch over Shin as the years passed.

On Shin's tenth birthday he received his first weapon small pair of wooden nunchucks. Shin was excited to be able to wield a weapon but through silence and looking into Hisomi's eyes he knew that wielding this weapon would be extremely difficult. Holding just one Shin could see the weight difference from the handle of one then the small string that held the two together. Shin tried to swing his weapon but because he didn't train with the weapon yet the part that was swinging flew up and hit his hand in the process of coming down. Shin dropped the nunchucks on the grab and cradled his hand. Tears started to form in his eyes but Shin pushed his feelings away. Shin picked up his nunchucks and presented them towards Hisomi. Hisomi pulled out his own weapon, metal tessen and took Shin outside to train how to use the nunchucks.

Shin didn't understand what Hisomi was doing, he was using metal tessen something lit and with a wider mass while his weapons were heavier and composed of three parts. Hisomi took Shin's hand into his own and moved his wrist around in a circle. Hisomi released his grip on Shin and moved his hand beside Shin, moving his wrist around in a circle Shin copied Hisomi. Like a light bulb in his head Shin understood what Hisomi was doing. Though they had two different weapons they each had the same movements from their hands down to their shoulders. Hisomi knelt down and sat on his knees. Shin walked in front of Hisomi placing his nunchucks in front of him Shin sat on his knees and bowed deeply until his head was just touching the ground. Hisomi closed his eyes and bowed his head as well to Shin. The two picked their heads up grabbed their weapons then went to work.


Through the years Shin developed his skills in ninjutsu and use of his nunchucks. Shin learned, studied, and mastered high level mediation techniques. Shin was very quiet from growing up with someone who did not speak and if he did talk he was very quiet about it. Shin was very lean but strong, Hisomi taught him how to control his chi and ways of using it making him just as quick maybe ever faster than Hisomi was. He was the student of someone embodying the three pillars of ninjutsu stealth. Shin's speed, secrecy, and silence were unmatched at times before Shin came Hisomi wondered who would take his place once he passed but with Shin he knew who would be his successor. All he needed was for Shin to take the vow of enteral silence and to agree to take his place one he left to the other side.

Each day from the time he was ten Shin would walk from his home to the top of the mountain to get water and bring it home before the sun rose from the sky. Shin dressed the same way as Hisomi except he wore a shirt over his chest and had a small orange bandana which was tied loosely around his neck for times he could cover his mouth and nose.


On his 18th birthday Shin was about to leave with Hisomi to go on his journey when Hisomi brought his a small box and placed it in front of him. Shin bent down and opened the box, Shin looked up at Hisomi as he nodded his head. Shin picked up the weapon and looked at it; it was one of the four fangs of the dragon Inazuma. Hisomi placed his hand on Shin's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. Shin bowed his head and placed Inazuma on his belt. Hisomi nodded his head and guided Shin through the darkness he would constantly train in to a door hidden all the way in the back. Shin opened the door and stepped forward as six other strangers came through their own worlds in a room surrounded by four thrones and large green pillars.