I don't own anything. I'm so rusty at 200-word storytelling gdi
Without a sound, Ayame jumps off the rooftop and lands on a window ledge near the ground. Second floor, she remarks. She watches the former member of the Shinobi 5, the five strongest ninjas, speaking to another person in the limousine in a hushed voice.
"Oi, hemorrhoids!" she hisses.
Hattori Zenzou looks up, and Ayame wants to laugh hysterically. Really, who responds to hemorrhoids?
"Oh, didn't notice you there, Sarutobi." Ayame narrows her eyes. Hattori was best in class at finding presences. She knows he knew she was there, and he's making fun of her.
The man turns back to the limousine and says, "Come on out, kid."
A boy who can't possibly be older than ten comes out of the car, wearing a white collared shirt and red plaid shorts and is that a ribbon under his collar? The boy is also wearing a black cat mask, and Ayame feels like she should have known. Besides the mask, nothing about the boy's appearance proves to be ideal for the ways of the ninja. She wants to ask the boy if he really wants to be a ninja, because it's not easy.
Instead, she blurts out, "You're the Black Cat?"
