This chapter contains a little strategy tips, just in case. I have no idea where I learned it, I just had comments like it when I watched action flicks.

Reanne: *pushes me into a sewer* Okay, boring stuff over, enjoy!

I rose from a dreamless sleep to the sound of my door knocking. Frowning, I walked to the bamboo door and opened it. It was Will. He set a stony face, and asked before I greeted him. "Ashlyn's lost her memory. Why?"

My mood dropped for at least a few meters. "She...I don't know. She was attacked by the serpentine, and now she...she..." I burst into tears, falling into Will's chest. "She can't even recognize me. She kept screaming them scream, but she doesn't know me. Sensei told me to do a impossible mission... how can I even find someone who placed the spell on her memory, in this whole, huge freaking world? That's like, hopeless!" I complained, and withdrew.

"Oh, there's one thing Sensei told me." Will smiled. I turned around. "What?"

"Ashlyn's the Ninja of Air, the Topaz Ninja."

I barged into the healing room, where my friend, now calm and Sensei Wu, sat on a bed, staring at me. "H-hi, Ashlyn." I stammered nervously, glancing at Sensei. Did he find anything that could cure her? Sensei saw my expectations, but shook his head. I looked down, my lips pursed into a straight thin line.

Ashlyn squinted at me, trying to make out a person she remembers. "I swear... you look familiar..." I smiled kindly, and sat beside her. "What do you remember, tell me. Everything."

The blond haired girl bent her head, her golden locks tumbling down. "I...I can't remember much. I just can't. I woke up, for the first time, according to my memory...and heard screams. Then red eyes looked at me, hissing something, and some flashes- too fast for me to register. But I remembered- there was a picture, and it's me, playing with a ball with someone..."

"It's me! Ashlyn, the girl in the picture is me! Can you now remember anything?"

My best friend looked down sadly. "Nope. Not at all..."

Sensei Wu stood up. "Ah, yes, Reanne. Your training. You, Ashlyn, Will, come with me." The feeble looking man led us to a lower deck room, which was situated the right side of the hall, and the last room of it. Sensei pushed the door open, and it revealed a wide space of room filled with five sparring machines, each of them had a specified activity to carry.

"Before you all three train, I'll test your levels. So," THe man moved to a stance, his bamboo staff ready to knock anyone to the ground. "Who's first?"

I looked at him with shock. A old man in his nineties, challenging us to a fight? But I remembered what my former sensei taught me.

People look old, small or even pretty challenge you. That makes them even more deadlier, and you have to brace yourself.

I can't underestimate him.

I readied my combat stance. "I'm first."

"Good luck, girl." Will muttered.

I smiled a grateful smile, and lunged.

it hit me that I never learned to handle a weapon. Sensei tried to knock me down with the stick, but I dodged, and performed the basic Silat knife defense, breaking Sensei's grip on the stick, letting it clatter to the floor.

I rolled to the floor, just beside Sensei, and kicked his feet viciously, attempting to make him loose his balance. But he launched himself to the air, making me almost crashing to the delicate paper wall. He landed safely, and I slid on the floor, my hand punching the old man's feet. But instead he kicked my hand, and I swore my whole hand would go purple. But I refused to quit. I got up, and punched his face with all the strength I could muster. Sensei nimbly sidestepped, and I flew forward. Sensei Wu took his staff, but I managed to knock the bamboo stick out of his reach with my legs.

Sensei saw his opportunity while I was busy keeping the weapon out of his reach, and seized me by the throat. "You can't keep a minor problem busying you while in combat. A weapon knocking out of your hand will immediately become a foolish fighter's attention. He, or she will try his best to keep the weapon out of the reach, ignoring the opponent. The opponent, to win, also had to wield the ability not to rely on a weapon in all combat situations. That will only cause him to develop a foolish mistake, and also a weakness."

"G-got it, Sensei." I choked.

"And I can see, you never bothering to use the weapon on your back all day long."

It hit me that I never bothered to look at my twin katanas, which was strapped to my back, waiting for the owner to unsheathe it. It had tiny diamonds etched in the blade, and floral patterns were engraved on it too, but the sharpness of the blade was still deadly.

I finally pull it out, and immediate heaviness drowned on my hand. "Although you are the Ninja of the Moon, you still have to act like a normal ninja. You can't always rely on your powers. Your organic strength in your body is the best attack. My students had experienced it once, the days you loose your powers, and it was a bitter memory.

"Indeed it is." I turned to see Zane at the door, his eyes, lacking emotions, was locked on me. "You will regret you ever had the memory stamped in your mind, even when we grew stronger, our powers returning to us. You feel helpless, like you need someone's help. But this is also a punishment, a punishment for our foolish attitude of overconfidence.

Sensei Wu nodded. "And that's why. You are skilled in martial arts, that is a great advantage. You are in no panic when your opponent knocks your weapon down. But you still need a weapon. Don't worry, we'll be revising your martial skills everyday, but we'll be mainly focusing on your weapon skills on your katanas first. Zane, will guide you." I looked at the icy figure standing there, giving me the faintest of smiles.

Sensei smiled, and raised his bamboo stick again. "Will, you're next."

"First, you have to learn to move with your sword. And that, you'll have to solve the weight problems of your swords." Zane looked at my katana, then me. "You'll have to start with weights."

I never liked weightlifting. Not even once. You think I never tried it, but no. My former sensei had brought me to a weightlifting center, and called me to start lifting weights from now on. I thought it was nothing at first, but when I walked to one, which wrote '15 KG', and I tried to lift it.

It took me at least a few weeks to get my bones back to place.

And now Zane was showing me a bunch of weight lifts, I am certainly ready to faint. "Start small." Zane said, and handed me a few bags of iron fillings. He asked me if I could mediate. I nodded, and he gave me a mat and told me to do the same mediation I did back in those days. I did as he bid, and he placed two bags of iron filings on my hands. It was so sudden I almost stopped mediating.

"Try to see how long you can handle this without using your power." Zane said calmly. At first I was completely calm, as if the bags wasn't on me. Then I strained to keep the bags up, but finally my muscles gave up, and the bags hit the ground, spreading iron shreds everywhere. I sneezed, and looked at Zane. "How long?"

Zane smiled, and held out a stop watch. "An hour and a half."

"Oh, yes!" I cheered myself, flinging myself to the ground.

That night, after another few tries of tiresome training, I finally get to slump on my bed, grateful to know what a chair is now. I was gurgling a jar of water when I heard a knock on the door. "Coming!" I cried, and went to open the door.

It was Ashlyn.

And what happens? Review please!

P.S: There are some people Pming me with the stories, and most of them are really good... but I liked mixing. So... in the next day, I'm renaming the story to 'Rise of Legends'! So be alert for the next update!