Chapter Five: The Ninja Master

The fight went a little bit like this:

Me grunting like an old man trying to sit down on a couch while this thing, which I thought was a fury, slashed at me like crazy.

You may have noticed I said I thought it was a fury. How wrong I was. You probably want to ask me what it is… was. Don't. I have no idea myself.

I somehow managed to get back to class within three minutes and have no signs of war on me. How could I have not gotten caught? I was having a battle with some thing in the middle of the hallway! Of course, any mortal who saw that would think it was, well, I don't know what.

I sat down next to Keygan. He raised his eyebrows, as if asking, what just happened? Or do I want to know at all?

I'll explain later.

Lucy Penloew gave me this look. After a few seconds of this, I mouthed, What?

She looked away, as if she had just realized she was staring at me. I rolled my eyes and messed around with my pen.

"What is it," Mr. Totala asked suddenly, "with seventh graders taking their pens apart? It gets ink all over my tables!"

I shoved the pen into my backpack. Mr. Totala doesn't usually freak when we take apart our pens. It's one thing I can take apart easily. I mean, screw off the top of the pen, take out the spring and the ink holder thingy, then put it together again. I mean, awesome, right?

I was digging around in my backpack for my pen, but I couldn't find it. One answer: Keygan. Usually he doesn't take my stuff because he knows I'll kill him. But when you're related to Hermes…

I laughed and shook my head.

"Why are you so weird?" Ryan asked from outside the door to my room.

"What? Why would you ask that to your Ninja Master?" I asked, faking shock.

My brother rubbed his chin like he had a beard. "I am sorry, Ninja Master. I did not mean to offend your Ninjaness."

"Your apology has not yet been forgiven, Baby Turtle."

I have a feeling you are really confused. Okay, let me explain. When Ryan and I were younger, we would play this game called Ninja Master. Since I was older, I was the Master. He was the Baby Turtle. Actually, my parents were the Ninja Masters at first. It helped me concentrate while training when I was little. Cause being related to more than one god can attract more monsters than you know. Once I was a little older, my parents showed me some more complicated stuff. They had also let me train Ryan from time to time. That's kind of how this whole game came about.

"I must battle your High Ninjaness, Ninja Master?" he asked.

"Yes, Baby Turtle. Prove you are worthy of learning from your High Ninja."

My mom must've heard that last part, because her voice rang out threw the apartment, "No fighting with swords- or any weapons in the house!"

"It's not a house!" I yelled back, "It's an apartment!"

My mom sighed, "No fighting!"

"At camp, Baby Turtle," I said.