A/N: Hey there everyone! I'm not dead yet, I still have my Dead Ringer.

Jokes aside, I really wish to thank everyone who has viewed and read my story so far, especially up till the 1st chapter. I commend you for being so patient with this story. I could jump into my laptop right now and come out through your computers and hug you right now, but I'm not a technopath (though secretly, I am) :D

I also would like to give an ocean of thanks EveroneIsRight for helping me with this story. Without your encouragement and words of hilarious wisdom (minus the hilarity), I wouldn't be able to get this story on the net.

Ok, enough of this, let's get down to business shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 as they are owned by Valve (any pun here?). I do own Chris Wong, Yuriko Nakamura and any other characters that are going to be listed in the story though I would only post the names of the characters at the end of my story chapters.


Chapter 2: New Opportunities

February 1959

An old man was walking along a wooden walkway towards a small pond. The pond was surrounded by cherry blossom trees. The ground surrounding the pond was completely covered with nice soft grass and fallen cherry blossom petals littered the ground. Several fish were swimming aimlessly in the pond.

Winter is coming to a close in Japan and the Northern Hemisphere; you could find traces and signs of changes in the seasons in the air. The blooming of the cherry blossoms could be seen everywhere. Preparations for the annual celebrations of the cherry blossoms were in full swing and spring was about to be reintroduced into the northern hemisphere.

The old man was clad in a grey robe top with long white pants. He wore a bamboo hat that shaded his face from the bright sun and his skin was tanned and slightly wrinkled. His dark brown eyes gazed forward; he walked with a neutral expression on his face.

When he reached the pond, the old man found who he was looking for. There sitting on a bench facing the pond was a man. He had brown hair and wore a grey t-shirt with black that almost reached down to his ankles. He wore a pair of blue sneakers with shoelaces and a black electronic watch on his left wrist.

The man's eyes were closed, his breathing slow, his well toned body which was hidden by his shirt expanding and contracting with the slow breaths he took. The man's left arm resting on the left handle of the bench whereas his right arm went along the back of the bench. He obviously looked like he was taking a rest near the pond. Who wouldn't? The pond area was always a tranquil spot to relax anyway.

"So Chris Wong, I see you're still enjoying the little pleasures of life?" the old man asked the man as he approached him.

Chris opened his eyes slowly. His golden eyes moved to the left and met the gaze of the old man. He quickly stretched his arms and legs. A few faint cracking and popping noises could be heard and a yawn escaped his mouth.

"I've got nothing better to do master Akira," Chris replied with a slight smirk on his face as he began to stand up, his figure being slightly taller than his master.

"Ah, but you're still having thoughts clouding your mind aren't you?" the old master asked in fluent English.

Chris sighed and slowly nodded.

"Would you like to talk to me about them?" Master Akira asked the male ninja.

"Nah, no need master," Chris replied politely.

"I need to ask a favour from you, Chris," Master Akira said to the man.

"What is it Master Akira?" Chris asked.

"If you would please follow me to the discussion room, I shall explain it to you," Master Akira just replied.

Chris nodded and followed his ninjitsu teacher. Both men began walking away from the pond from the grassy ground to a wooden boardwalk, their footsteps amplified by the low creaking of wood below them. To their right was a building which had rooms with sliding doors which were left open. Inside the rooms, several people, both young and old were training different ninjitsu techniques.

Young students ranging between seven to twelve years old were practicing hand-to-hand self defence techniques in one room. In another, a group of teenagers were sparring with each other and forcing their respective opponents into submission. The final room had adults practicing different close combat weapons and experimenting with different attacking and defending and countering techniques with wooden versions of the real weapons.

To their left, a grassy area can be found which had several targets, bamboo poles and hay human analogues. Several students who were learning the not so mystical ways of the ninja were throwing shurikens, kunai and whatever throwing weapons at different targets. Several katana swordsmen used quick slashes and chopped bamboo poles into several sections. Others were using the dummies as sparring targets or punching bags.

All in all, just your average day at the Okinawa Ninja School.

A few moments later, Chris and Master Akira reached a large one-storey building that was made out of wood and bricks, mainly bricks. The exterior of the building was white in colour. It had several windows and wooden double doors that lead to the inside of the discussion room.

Master Akira opened the wooden double doors, ushering Chris to come in. The discussion hall had a large table that stretched across the room. Seats made from bamboo with cushions lined the table. A blackboard could be found in one end of the room and multiple shelves and cupboards filled with various books and student files lined the other side.

"Let's see now, do you have another mission for me again Master Akira?" Chris asked after entering the room.

"Yes Chris, but not the kind of mission you're hoping for," Master Akira replied.

"What do you mean by that, master?" Chris asked curiously with an eyebrow raised.

"It is apparent that you have a lot going through your mind the past few months. It has dawned on me that you should do something that would help to take your mind of those thoughts for a while. Am I not right, Chris?" Master Akira said to the male ninja.

"Umm, where exactly are you heading with this master?" Chris asked.

"Chris, I know you have been experiencing some tough times lately, but you will have to move on with your training," Master Akira said.

"I know master, but what do you want me to do?" Chris asked.

"In order to keep your mind away from these thoughts that are clouding your mind, I am giving you the chance to train the students here in our school," the master who was now in his 50's said with a knowing smile.

"What?" Chris couldn't believe it, he was going to train students. But no one was allowed to train students until they were of Master status. He was only 2 ranks below that level, but he was going to teach students now?

"but that doesn't mean you are of master status yet Chris," Master Akira added, jerking Chris out of his thoughts. "Also, you will not be training the teenagers and young children in our school. You will be a mentor for a new arrival in our school. You will guide this person in the ways of the ninja. This person may not be as strong or as quick as you, but this person knows several uncommon ninja techniques that I think you'll be interested on."

"Wait, hold on master, you want me to be a mentor for a student?" Chris asked.

"Yes Chris, that is what I am saying."

"Well then, who am I going to teach?" Chris inquired.

"This person is right here, right now. Why don't you see this person for yourself?" Master Akira replied.

And with that, one of the double doors opened...

To Be Continued...


End A/N: Well, there you have it folks. Sorry for making this chapter slightly shorter than the rest, but I promise you that there will be a lot of content on the next chapter. A little titbit behind this chapter though. In my first draft, this particular chapter was actually the second chapter of my story.

So I introduced Master Akira to the story, he won't be a very vital character in the story but this character is important for the last few chapters of this story. Hopefully I'll be able to post the next chapter quickly.

Anyways, next week I'm heading to Bali, exciting right? I'll be gone for a week so you'll still be able to read my story once I post it up on the site. Also, I am currently obsessed with playing Recettear at the moment, the frickin last week is hard to finish T.T

Well that's about it mates. Please review!

Thanks and cheers!