Prologue 2:
Close to the summit of Mount Chuck:
After hours of treacherous climbing, Randy had reached the top of the mountain. He looked at the distance that he had traversed and whistled, "Well. That happened. Now what?"
As Randy said this, a gong sounded behind him. Turning around the fog cleared and Randy saw that he was at the foot of a great temple, his family crest on a pair of large red doors.
"Oh. That's what." Randy said as he walked towards the temple.
As he got closer, the teen could feel the ancient power of the temple flow into him, reacting to something inside his blood, filling him with warmth and a sense of security. When he reached the door a hand print appeared. Randy placed his hand on it and felt a sharp pain all over is hand as tiny needles penetrated the skin, drawing blood. The doors began to flash:
"Analysis complete, Ninja identified. Access granted"
Randy stepped back as the sound of mechanical gears and mechanisms shifting came from the flashing doors. The doors swung open in a bright flash and Randy was sucked into the temple...
INSIDE THE TEMPLE OF THE NAMACON
Randy woke up to find himself lying down on a cool wooden floor. He got up and saw that he was in a dojo, his normal clothes replaced by a black Gi with a red trim. Looking around Randy saw a corridor leading into darkness.
"Guess I'll go this way" Randy began walking down the corridor and as he did this the walls on either side of him lit up revealing a diffident ninja uniform. Randy looked in awe at the history of his family lining the walls as he walked further down the corridor, eventually stopping at the one uniform he knew the most. His father's ninja suit. "No honking way!" Randy said this with tears starting to form in his eyes. Seeing it brought back memories of Randy's childhood. He remembered how his father had saved him and his best friend Howard from a pack of Beowolves when they had strayed too far from the safety of the village. Reminiscing, Randy failed to notice the cloaked figure sneaking up behind him. Coming out of his flashback Randy looked up and caught a glimpse of the figure standing behind him in the reflection of the glass.
"What the juice?" Randy yelled out in surprise as he did a backflip to get away from the figure. As he readied himself into a fighting position the cloaked figure giggled. "What's so funny?"
The figure giggled again, "It's just so cute that you think you can fight me with such an amateur stance."
Randy, now unsure of his fighting ability, dropped the pose and asked, "And just who might you be?"
"Unfortunately for you, I'm your new sensei for the next week."
The cloak fell to the ground as the figure revealed itself to be a young girl, around Randy's age, dressed in the sacred garb of the great trainer of the Norisu Nine's line of ninja. Her raven hair had purple highlights and was tied in a ponytail.
"I hope you're ready Cunningham, because there's no way I'm holding back"
As the trainer said this she twirled a baton and got ready to attack. Randy barely had enough time to react as his long week of training begun.
END OF PROLOGUE
Hello all, sorry It's been so long since I've updated but school and exams are apparently a thing, so I've been a bit buy, but the semester is almost over so ill have more time on my hands. Until then, SMOKE BOMB!