STD 2018-
"Here are your rooms. There are standard European style bathrooms with showers at this end of the hall with a small shared kitchen area at the other end." Hirotaka had led them to the senior student dormitory. The rooms were very small, basically just room for a wardrobe, bed, desk, and chair. The two rooms shared a balcony and had a sliding door in the common wall.
"Raven-san? My name is Katsumi," a younger girl came up and gave a little bow. "Please excuse my forwardness, but if you would like to clean off the travel grime and try our hot spring baths, I would be happy to show you the way. I have some soaps and shampoos if you like." She held up two baskets of plastic bottles and other shower supplies.
Raven really wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up. Steve wasn't housebroken and had peed on her on their ride up the mountain, getting her shirt, pants, and underwear a little wet in places.
"Thank you very much, I would be most grateful, and I want to thank you for the help in getting Snake-san through the officials at the airport. Snake-san peed on me, so I really could use a shower. Let me dig out fresh clothes..."
"Just grab fresh underwear and follow me, Onee-san, I will get you a Yukata to wear back from the baths," the young girl shuddered, "I can't imagine getting peed on."
"It's a hazard of babysitting, this wasn't the first time," laughed the damp snake-sitter, rummaging through her backpack for underwear and socks.
"Katsumi-kun," said the spiky-haired ninja checking his watch, "Please meet us in two hours, we are all scheduled for dinner with Master Sensei."
"Hai," the young girl replied.
"So, time for a nap before dinner?" said the hopeful blond.
"Yori was correct about your American style of humor," the spiky-haired Ninja grinned, "We will, of course, have a practice session first."
STD 2018-
Katsumi led her guest across campus to a rocky area with a very old-style building. She pulled her cellphone out and had a quick conversation in Japanese.
"I've arranged for someone to pick up your clothes and bring you a Yukata. How attached are you to these clothes? Can you wait a week or so before getting them back?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. I don't have a lot of clothes with me. Why?"
"One of the storage buildings has a problem with mice. Some believe that the scent of snake urine will make mice flee in terror. The school will provide clothes for training and workouts." The younger girl smiled shyly, "Perhaps we could take an afternoon and go shopping for clothes?
Raven laughed, "A shopping trip would be adequate compensation for the use of some clothes for mouse control." While she loved her brothers, this wasn't the first time she wished she had a sister.
Approaching the building, her guide continued,
"Legend has it that Toshimiru himself created these hot springs by drilling holes deep into the mountain. That could very well be true because these are the only hot springs in this area.
Once inside the well cared for building, Katsumi pointed out three curtained doorways,
"The red is for the woman's side, the blue is for the men's side, and the black is for mixed bathing. The mixed bathing is mostly instructors and older staff unless there is a celebration of some sort."
"Everybody bathes together as a celebration?" the goth girl asked.
"Maybe not exactly a celebration. For example, last spring, there was an earthquake that damaged a couple of nearby villages. All the students went to help dig people out of collapsed buildings, clear roads of fallen trees, secure downed power lines, whatever we could do to help. My group repaired a collapsed water well," the young ninja said proudly, "After two days, rescue teams from the prefecture arrived to relieve us. When we dragged ourselves back to the school all the instructors and staff that remained behind had a feast prepared for us. There was a steady stream of students coming in to get clean, soak the stress away and share stories of success and tragedy. The baths are a place for bonding as well as contemplation and renewal."
After putting their shoes in lockers, they went through the red curtains and undressed, Raven was instructed to place her clothes with all her pockets emptied into a plastic basket. Her other stuff, like her passport, wallet, Kimmunicator, etc., went into a locker. Grabbing a small towel each, they went to the next area.
The next area was the bath itself. Katsumi was concerned that her pale skin coloring was a cosmetic and insisted on scrubbing test spots on the goth girl herself to make sure.
"We want to keep the water as clean as we can. Don't dip your hair or your towel in the water. If your towel gets wet, wring it out over the floor and not in the pool. In fact, when you get out of the pool, try to drip on the floor and not in the pool."
The freshly scrubbed and rinsed girls stepped into the kidney-shaped pool. Pointing to the end that had no bathers, her guide said quietly, "This end is just hot. The other end is very hot. Until you get used to it, let's stay at the cooler end."
Soon Raven felt like a real anime character, up to her shoulders in steamy water, a cool breeze coming off the mountain through an open section of wall and a small folded towel sitting neatly on her head. At the other end, a bather would periodically stand up and sit on the edge, the cool breeze causing fog to blow off their heated skin. After cooling down a bit, the bather would slide back down in the water.
"Tell me about Wade Load, please."
The time had come to pay the piper...
STD 2018-
"Ron-san, this is Sensei Tōgai Noishi, he is a physician that specializes in head injuries and trauma. Tōgai-sensei, this is Ronald Stoppable," Hirotaka made the introduction as they walked to an outdoor training mat, "He will start your examination while I change into workout clothes." The spiky-haired Ninja hurried off.
"Uh, should I go change also?" the blond looked a little flustered.
"No, Ronald-kun, this is an easy workout. I just want to see how your speed and reflexes have changed since your last visit with us," said the physician, dressed in what looked like a dark red karate Gi with a gold ring on the sleeves.
Pushing up his sleeves, he held out his hands, palm out. "Touch my hands with your hands. Your hands must touch my hands at all times."
Ron stepped up and placed his hands against the physician's hands.
"Stay in contact with me, either with my hand or my wrist," hands started to move back and forth in different directions, "This exercise is sometimes used to practice getting joint locks on your opponent." After a few increasingly graceful moves, the physician put his student into a wristlock. The lock was immediately released, and the movements continued, "but we are just practicing moving and staying balanced. Add your movements to mine, the goal here is harmony with your partner, not conflict."
Ron found that he could direct their movements as well as follow the Sensei's lead and their movements got bolder until the two men had to take the occasional step to stay balanced. Their speed increased a little until an untrained observer would think that the two men were in some bizarre martial arts influenced modern dance.
Hirotaka, however, was not an untrained observer. He had in fact done the same drill many times with the man who was not just a physician, but an expert on Aikido joint locks and throws. Watching the two players moving together in combative harmony, he could see how the blond instinctively directed their hands to avoid positions that would allow his opponent to put him into a lock and at the same time stayed balanced enough to defeat many throws.
'Stoppable-san is really the Chosen One,' he said to himself. If the way the student was able to read the Sensei's intent was not proof enough, the blond's eyes were softly glowing blue.
Sensei Tōgai stopped the exercise, bringing their hands together and giving his new student a short bow.
"Thank you, Stoppable-kun, that was a very good session. Your coordination seems greatly improved since the last time I saw you."
"Thank you, Sensei," the blond returned the bow, only deeper, "I learned a lot in this session. I am anxious to practice this drill with my girlfriend."
"Stoppable-san, how about a little staff practice?" called Hirotaka.
"Not sure how much I remember, but maybe you can remind me, I'll grab us some staffs..." the blond turned and started moving off the mat but fell over. He didn't collapse but fell like a tree being chopped down.
The other two men were on him in an instant, carefully checking him and helping the blond up.
"That was odd... My leg just didn't move. I leaned forward to take a step, but my leg didn't move when I told it to." The left side of the blond's face was bloody, it appeared that he struck his head on a wooden border that ran around the training mats.
"Let me take a look at your head..." the physician took the bloody student's arm in a firm grip and started walking to the infirmary,
"Hiro-kun, please inform Master Sensei that his guest might be a few minutes late to dinner."
"I'm OK, I can walk," protested the bleeding blond.
The reply was a gentle laugh that was oddly comforting.
"I believe that I will hang on to your arm anyway. Surely you don't object to helping an old doctor back to his office."
Going to a room in the back, Ron found himself quickly stripped and redressed in a soft cotton Gi. At the same time, a second assistant cleaned the blood off his face and put a small bandage on the cut,
"My apologies, Stoppable-san, but all we have at the moment are these 'Pretty Pretty Pegasus' Band-Aids." Kamiko Kiyomizu smiled at her young patient, "Somehow we must not have restocked since your last visit..."
"Hey! I didn't get scraped up that much!"
"True, but we now buy the ointment for sore muscles in gallon containers and have purchased a power-painter with which to distribute it. Speaking of pain, you should take these, you are going to have a headache," she handed him four pills and a paper cup of cold water before continuing, "It is good to see you again Stoppable-san, although we really must stop meeting like this. Rumor is that you now have a steady girlfriend," the woman who might be old enough to be his mother teased.
Before he could catch up on any gossip, she and the other assistant placed him on a platform with his head stuck into the opening of a large machine while placing an I.V. into his arm for the contrast chemical.
'Ah, an MRI, been there, done that.'
STD 2018-
Wanda raised her tall champagne flute in salute to her traveling companion, "Anne-sensei, thank you again for upgrading my ticket," taking a sip of the orange juice and champagne concoction, "Master Sensei was most annoyed at the last time I went over budget in making travel reservations." Laughing, she continued, "The wood in the entryway never looked better after my hours of polishing it."
"You're welcome dear, I had plenty of frequent flier miles from the last several years of conferences and meetings."
"Do you and your husband not fly on trips?"
"No. It's been years since James and I went on a trip with just the two of us. Between kids and careers, we've been too busy for extended couple time. Occasionally we visit his brother Slim on his ranch in Montana or drive down to Florida to visit his mom. I was talking to one of his coworkers who indirectly reminded me that I must not let the two of us become so separate that we miss experiences in each other's lives. So, do you have a boyfriend?"
A long pause. "I had a fiancé, but it didn't work out."
"I'm sorry dear, I don't know what to say. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Wanda held up her empty champagne flute and, after a nod from Anne, the stewardess replaced it with a full one.
"Arigato gozaimasu," she smiled and nodded. Turning back to Anne, she continued, "What do you know about our school?"
"Very little, actually. Wade's records only mention the time that Kimmy helped Ron and Yori rescue someone from the school. I believe that this is the same school that Ron did his Student Exchange with. The lack of any notes from his trip is suspicious, I'm guessing he was told to keep it a secret. The Stoppables mentioned a 'Mr. Sensei' from a Yamanouchi Adoption Center. That is suspicious, but Hana is a sweetie and they have fallen in love with the little girl."
Wanda calmly sipped her drink, her face expressionless.
"I know that your school provided counseling help for my Kimmy. If Yori is truly from your school, then I will give you all provisional trust based on Kimmy, Ronald and his family trusting her. Jean says that you provided airline tickets for Kim and Ron and they got on the plane. Actually, Ronald is the main reason that I trust you enough to have my sons on this plane."
"Ronald?"
"Yes, that boy is more perceptive than people give him credit for. No matter how much Kimmy has hurt him, if you were taking her to someplace that he knew was bad, there would be a body count before anyone could get her on that plane. And one of those bodies would be his. I know Ninjas are all secret and such, but is there anything you can tell me about them?"
Wanda took another sip of her drink, "Ninja exist for three reasons: to Protect Family, to Protect Neighbors, to Protect Community."
"So, you are saying that Ninjas are the good guys?"
"No, I did not say that. Carried too far, this purpose can lead to xenophobia. You might also find some of our methods objectionable."
"So, who are we to you that you are helping my family?"
"Anne-sensei, I must let Master Sensei explain that to you. I am but a simple Ninja and do not understand the subtleties of strategic relationships and politics. I am more comfortable with encounters that require the use of fists."
Anne got the attention of a Flight Attendant and handed the woman their empty glasses, "Could we have another set please?"
Handing a full glass to Wanda, the surgeon snorted, "Simple Ninja my butt, pull the other one, that one has bells on it."
"Pull the other what?"
STD 2018-
"Erica, just a few more adjustments on your body and we'll be ready to insert the spinal hardware and pump in the syntho-goop."
"James, what do you want me to look like? A teenager? An older woman?"
"Hmm. I guess we should figure that out. The casing will stiffen once the syntho-goop is pumped in. Let's see, I figure a twenty-year-old student..."
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," a transparent supervillain interrupted with a sneer, "James, you, you, you poop! After all the crap you and the others gave me about making Robo-girls for a party, you take my synthodrone technology and make a syntho-wife. Isn't Anne woman enough for you, or is she too much woman to handle?"
"It's not for me! Erica's to keep Kimmie-cub and Ronald apart."
"If I had made an Erica for Ronald in addition to Eric for Kimberly, I'd be ruling the world right now. Who knew the sidekick was so effective..." said the blue tinted apparition, "But why do you want to distract the buffoon?"
"Why is that important?" the A.I. in the skull seemed programmed to discuss this instead of being quiet. Even though being quiet had a higher probability of getting her body installed faster.
"Why is what important?" there were too many people chattering at him and he was so hot...
"Keeping Ron and Kimmie-cub separated."
"Because Ronald is a slacker, he will drag her down. He encourages her to do this dangerous hero work, that is going to get her hurt, even killed."
"But didn't you prove that Eric is basically Ron three years or so from now?"
"How did you find that out!" James asked, wondering if Erica had hacked into the Center's systems.
"Really, James, 'AnneIsASmokingHotBabe' is the password to your office computer, the data is right there in plain sight."
"But, how did you get my password?"
"You move your lips when you type it. Odd, you don't move your lips typing anything else. It seems strange to me that Ronald can drag Kimmy down and at the same time support her to do work that she loves to do."
"It's true! He is also someone I can imagine taking her away from me. Eric is someone I trust to take care of her, to protect her, to not hurt her..."
"Ya know Doc," a feminine voice scoffed, "I used to give you a hard time, but Dr. Possible here is a few thrusters short of a booster stage. Eric was programmed to rape Pumpkin and he's the one this genius trusts to protect her?"
The ceramic skull butted in on a conversation it could only hear one side of,
"I think, this is where Anne would tell you to stop being an idiot and join the moment. All you must do is support Ronald with a minimum of consideration and he will become Eric within three years. And if you play your cards right, you can help him become a better man than Eric was! Children moving out and separating from their parents is the natural order of things. James, are you feeling poorly again? Has your fever returned? Are you hearing voices? You need to go see a doctor."
"No, I'm fine really. It's probably just spring allergies..."
James took his laser cutter and using its widest beam, started to adjust the synthodrone skin. Not having a data file defining the body of the woman he wanted it to be, his hands adjusted its size and shape in specific areas to the one woman whose body he knew by touch. Getting up to turn on the lab air chiller and take some ibuprofen, he wiped the sweat off his face with a paper towel and without thinking why, added a couple of small stretch marks, the kind of marks a woman might get from carrying twins...
A green flickering light lit the area he was working on as if someone was holding a flickering candle with a green flame over his shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, stretch marks, she'll appreciate that. A trophy from the twins her big stud of a husband put in her." the feminine voice sneered, "And those lady parts, I mean really, Doc P, have you ever looked closely at Anne's? Those aren't going to do you any good, not even a backdoor in case you get into that..."
"Shego," the sweating scientist replied, "the internal pressure of the syntho-goop makes creating any tunnel-like opening in a synthodrone body problematic. No use for an anus, as it doesn't excrete solid waste. It's nearly impossible to keep a vagina from collapsing from the internal pressure plus there's that self-cleaning functionality that real women have that would have to be duplicated."
"Sex was a lot easier with Eric's design." the blue apparition pointed out, "The internal pressure meant that the boy never got soft. I had to build in a groove in his abdomen to help conceal his permanent erection. Yep, Kimberly could have ridden him all day long. Say, Shego, did you ever get a chance..."
"Quiet! Both of you! I need to concentrate!"
The ceramic skull only had collision avoidance cameras mounted and they weren't the best resolution. But they clearly showed James turning to talk to someone who they could not detect,
"Drew, I want to apologize for the way we treated you in college. It was cruel and childish. You were every bit as smart as the rest of us. I'm sorry."
The circuits in the ceramic skull checked on the progress of search scripts looking for clues on what could be wrong with James. He was clearly talking to people that weren't there.
The Internet searches for allergies and colds did not match her observations. Connecting to the distributed databases stored in the recovered syntho-goop was harder and slower but would give historical data from what Eric had experienced.
A decision tree search on alternatives suggested another source of information. In making Erica, James had reused the storage hardware of Eric's 'syntho-brain' but had replaced the distributed network of CPUs with a pair of much faster discrete processors. There was a chance that areas of her storage that had not yet been reused might contain files that could be undeleted. Four threads of software execution were dedicated to scouring the unused areas for information left over from Eric...
STD 2018-
Derrick pulled into the parking lot of the generic industrial park that contained a company called 'A-1 Industrial Seating and Partitions'. His office was in the back along with other bureaucratic personnel that ran the boring details of 'The Agency': Payroll, travel, and recruiting.
"Hi Sis, what's up?" he was a little early, so taking his sister's call in the parking lot made sense.
"Bonnie's hysterical? ... A real horse's head? ... Oh, that's good, just a doll. ... It had my name on it? ... No, I have no idea why ... No, none of my office records have her listed as a family member. I'll check with Security and see if they know anything. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Determined now to put these ninja wannabes in their place, he strode into the lobby past the front desk where the receptionist directed him to go to the conference room where a meeting was waiting for him.
He found Mr. Smith the Head of the Agency and Major Smith, his Deputy waiting for him. They were not happy, in the way that Nacos were not messy.
"What in the hell bear did you go and poke, son?" Mr. Smith was sitting at the head of the table. The Major was pouring coffee for the two of them from a carafe. "I got an angry call this morning from the Chair of the Senate Committee on Armed Services and the Major here got a similar call from the Chair of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. Seems that both men woke up this morning with a horse's head in their bed. The heads were cut off from a Smithsonian carousel. There was a note attached to both saying, "The Agency threatens the Possible clan at your personal peril." A little digging turned up that you had a warrant issued for a seventeen-year-old girl named Kimberly Ann Possible to be taken in for a psych eval and treatment. Would you care to explain why?"
Grabbing a bottle of water and sitting at the table, the recruiter began his pitch.
"Kim Possible is the team lead and main combat person for Team Possible. Along with her partner Ron Stoppable and their tech support guy Wade Load, they are credited with several take-downs of supervillain plots."
Taking a sip of water, he continued, "There are rumors of a fourth member, but I have not confirmed that. They are experts in getting into villain strongholds undetected. I have them on the shortlist of people to evaluate once they get halfway through college."
"Why the interest now, and why are you going to have Miss Possible committed to the psych facility? Is her loyalty to the United States in question? Do you suspect that she has been recruited by a foreign power?"
"Her loyalty is unquestioned. Recently I became aware that in stopping Dr. Drakken, she stopped him permanently and that included killing the superpowered henchwoman Shego. Her profile indicates an aversion to killing villains even when innocent lives are being threatened."
"You suspect that she has had a mental breakdown?"
"No! Not at all! But I believe that she is psychologically vulnerable at this time to treatment that would permanently remove her aversion to killing."
"What about the rest of her team?"
"I believe that they will follow where she leads. If not, then we still have an assassin that will be among our best. And if they follow her, then that team will be unstoppable."
The Major put down his cup of coffee, "I don't recall seeing any memos about this, who was on the approval chain?"
"I started this operation on my own authority, Sir. I believed that time was critical in this case."
"OK, so where do the horse heads showing up in Senators' beds come in?" Mr. Smith was currently wondering if the staff here had anything to 'sweeten' his coffee.
"I'm not sure, but I was questioning the subject's mother yesterday and a third party interrupted us. It was Miss Possible's counselor. She claimed to really be a Ninja, something about 'Team Cobra of Yamanouchi'. She implied that the Possible family was under their protection. My early research last night suggests that they are some minor Kung Fu/Yakuza organization. I'm not convinced that the horse heads are related? If they are associated with one of the main groups like the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Inagawa-kai, or the Sumiyoshi-kai, well, that doesn't seem like their style..."
The two Smiths looked at each other. Mr. Smith turned to the overeager idiot,
"Mr. Duhei, snatching teenage girls and brainwashing them might work in movies and maybe back in the 1940s, but we don't do that anymore. Not after Amanda Possible and her new husband took offense at a new Agency recruiter grabbing her. The pair slaughtered the Agency's supervisors from the Alpha level to down to the Alpha+2 levels. Plus, the recruiter. Go into the classified histories, Search for the name "Possible", it's the same as the girl you are looking at."
The Major spoke next, "Then look up Operation Calamine Quail. That was the first time and the last time we have tried a joint operation with Yamanouchi. These people take honor seriously... We lost two strike teams that thought the Ninjas were a joke and abandoned the people they were tasked to back up."
"Lost in battle, sir?"
"Assassinated later for acting dishonorably."
"Son, leave the Possible women alone. Leave Yamanouchi alone. Cancel that warrant. This meeting is adjourned. Let's all go out to breakfast to celebrate. Duhei, you're buying." The agency chief got up, put his coffee cup on the credenza.
"Uh, if I might ask sir, what are we celebrating?"
"That you're still alive, son. Although, I suppose it's still early in the day..."
STD 2018-
Raven felt great. She had a wonderful soak, the grilling about Wade wasn't too intense and several of the other bathers had moved down the 'cooler' end of the pool to meet her and chat. She was a little surprised that not all the students were oriental. There were the Japanese girls she expected, like Kumiko, Miyana, and Nikki, but also Elsa who looked like she had just stepped off a "Come to Sweden" travel poster and Nyx, who looked European and spoke perfect English with what Kim guessed was a slight German accent.
One of the topics turned to 'What is Goth?'. Raven thought that when your hair is up in a bun, all your makeup is washed off, you're naked and up to your shoulders in steamy hot water that it was hard to be 'Goth'. Somehow Nyx pulled it off. She insisted that the heart of Goth was found in music and the discussion turned to bands. The heroine realized how little of her time had been spent doing teen things like just hanging out and listening to music with friends.
She also heard a little about Ron. Nikki and Kumiko remembered him from his student exchange trip. They said that several of the girls were attracted to the exotic goofy blond, that he and Yori had flirted a bit, that his performance in meditation and stealth exercises were pretty bad, but that in actual sparring, he was very good. Given a little reflection, Raven believed their stories and decided that maybe she needed to go find her new boyfriend before one of these other girls hit on him. And made a note to have a talk with Yori on boundaries the next time they met...
As Raven and Katsumi left the onsen, evening had fallen with the lanterns scattered around highlighting the remaining cherry blossoms. Katsumi's friends had found a yukata that was black on the bottom, with the black breaking up into a pattern of flying ravens against a light blue background.
The night was cool, but Raven was still warm because of the stored heat from her long soak in the hot mineral water. Chatting about where Katsumi could go shopping in Middleton, they approached the main courtyard. Ron was crossing the courtyard headed to the dorms, dressed in a white Gi, with two women each dressed in a similar white Gi holding onto an arm. The two women were talking and giggling in a far too friendly manner.
Sensei Tōgai had wanted to analyze the MRI scans. Seeing that Ron hadn't even stumbled once since his fall, the physician decided to send him off to get cleaned up and meet Master Sensei for dinner. Asking the two assistants on duty to make sure he didn't fall again and to help him get ready for dinner, he sent the young man off, not realizing exactly what he was sending the young man to.
Ron, feeling like someone just walked over his grave, looked up to see a vision of heavenly doom approaching as a thunderstorm sweeps across the plain. She was absolutely gorgeous in a Yukata whose print showed black birds launching from a mass of black up into a blue sky. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she looked rested and... angry. Her eyes were flashing green, she must not be wearing her contacts.
"Hey Raven," his voice tried to sound casual, "how were the hot springs?"
Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was the last of the cherry blossom petals drifting down from the trees, maybe it was the spirit of Toshimiru watching over his children, but Ron and his two helpers each had the same thought:
"For what we are about to receive, may the Lord/Buddha make us truly thankful."
''After all that time I spent getting him to answer one stinking question, I leave Mr. I only ask for an honest chance to grow into the role of your boyfriend alone for an hour and here he comes with flirty, giggling women hanging off of him," Raven fumed.
She had never cared for the romances where one person saw the other in some situation and broke off their relationship only to find out hundreds of pages later that it was a mistake. That is, the person jumped to the wrong conclusion. She clenched her fists and decided if someone was making a mistake tonight it would not be her.
The dark fury stopped as if she was a guard dog that reached the end of its chain. What the hell happened to his eye?' She never, ever remembered him getting a black eye in a fight with a henchman or on a mission. There was this one time he caught an elbow in the eye from Jessica while spotting for the squad but getting hurt unintentionally by a teammate didn't count.
"Holy crap, boyfriend, what did you run into?"
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
"Pretty Pretty Pegasus" is a parody of "My Little Pony" used in Team Titans Go. I figure if the little toys are good enough for Robin and Raven of Teen Titans, then maybe Ninja students would appreciate them.
Suzie Chin (Subira Chen) and her partner in Ninja-hood Wanda Wang are all from Sentinel103 and his Once Again stories.
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and sanity checkers. Believe me, I need a lot of sanity checks.
Correction: Chapter 7 was corrected to have the correct date that Toshimiru started Yamanouchi as a monastery - 338 A.D.
Posted August 19, 2018 Updated August 21, 2018