Hamato Yoshi sat down his five-year-old turtle sons. It was five years ago today, that a once human rat and four ordinary turtles become a strange humioid family. Five years ago today he made a promise to train his sons in the art or ninjutsu, not only so that they protect themselves, but so he could take revenge on his former friend now enemy; Oruku Saki.

"Today my sons, your ninjutsu training," before Yoshi could continue his, smallest and presumed youngest son raised his hand, "yes Michelangelo, what is it he asked."

"Wha' is n-in-ju-tsu?" the small turtle asked.

"Ninjutsu is an ancient form or martial arts. You will learn; taijutsu: the art of unarmed combat, shinobi-iri: stealth and entering methods-,"

"Sensei what is stealth?" Michelangelo asked.

"Stealth is unseen movement," Donatello said. Donatello was Yoshi's third son, and for a five-year-old he was very smart.

"That is correct Donatello," Yoshi said with a warm smile

"Intonjustu," Yoshi continued, "is the art of escaping and concealment," Yoshi looked at his sons for understanding. "There is much to learn, you will learn to fight-to defend yourselves."

"Then why do I get in trouble when I fight with Mikey?" Raphael asked. Yoshi smiled at his second eldest son, he was good turtle, but he had quite the temper.

Yoshi concealed his laugh, "When you fight your brother you are not doing it out of defense, but as way to show your displeasure in his actions, that is not what ninjutsu is about." Raphael crossed his arms.

"I would like you all to stand up. I am going to teach you, your first stance," His four sons rose to their feet, "this stance is called Boby no kamae, now I would like you to follow my actions." Yoshi placed his right leg slightly in front of his left, both knees were slightly bent, "be sure your weight is distributed, evenly," Yoshi extended is right arm, it was in a fist, "this is so that you can keep your enemy at a distance," Yoshi's left hand was dropped down, his closed fits was at his waist, "Your right hand will be used to block, and your left defend."

Yoshi walked to his sons to check their stance. All his sons were able to perfectly mimc his stance. "Yame!" Yoshi called out, his sons dropped their stances. "Hajime," he called, he watched as his sons attempted to perform the stance they just ended. He smiled as they did the stance again.

"Are we ninjas now?" Michelangelo asked.

"You are becoming ninjas, yes," Yoshi said, there is one more thing you need. Yoshi walked to a small table, it was covered on a white cloth. From under neath the cloth he pulled out four strips of fabric, one blue, one red, one purple, and one orange.

"Leonardo," he called as his eldest son stepped forward. "For you the color blue, the color of trust and peace." Yoshi tied the mask around his son's eyes. Leonard to his brothers and smiled.

"Raphael," he called his second eldest son, "for you the color red, the color of passion, and to take action." Yoshi tied the mask around his son's eye. Raphael turned to brothers as Leonardo did and gave them a half smiles.

"Donatello," he called his second youngest son, "for you the color purple, the color of creativity and imagination." For the third time Yoshi tied the mask around his son's eyes. He watch Donatello turn to his brothers and then smile.

"Michelangelo," he called his youngest son, "you the color orange, the color of optimism and happiness," for the last time Yoshi tied the mask around his son's eyes. Michelangelo turned to his father instead of his brothers.

"Are we ninjas now?" he asked.