Prologue

Back to back, the brothers battled the Foot Clan bots, trying to create new moves so the bots could be defeated. Nothing was working though. Not even the genius of the group could figure out what to do. The leader was just as clueless! They were starting to run out of options, and that wasn't good. Their plan had crashed and burned effortlessly, the Foot Bots learning every move that they could think of. It had taken them years to master some of these moves, and these bots were mastering them in a matter of seconds!

"What do we do?" the youngest brother asked, fear starting to quaver in his voice.

"I-I...don't know..." the eldest brother said, trying to keep his voice from giving away his own fear. They had to get out of this. They just HAD to. Because if they didn't...that would mean that they failed. Failed their mission, failed New York, failed their sensei...or father.

They all called him sensei. Answering his, 'Understood?' with a respectful bow and 'Hai, sensei!'. But every single one of them wanted to say, 'hai, father!'. They didn't know why they didn't, but they knew that he WAS their father. And if they failed him, everything they had worked for all these years...these sixteen years they had worked on their moves, perfecting every punch, kick, duck, weave, flip, spin...would all be for nothing. They all looked at each other, knowing what to do. They nodded, and ran in different directions, running by all the Foot Bots. Even if they were robots, the Foot Bots were confused at these tactics.

They should have known better than to mess with ninjas...