For 800 hundred years, Norrisville High has been protected by a ninja.

No one knows that every four years, a new warrior is chosen.

A freshman to fight the forces of evil.

I am the ninja!

I am…


"Randy! Randy! Hey, wake up!" a soft voice called out to Randy in his slumber, causing him to turn over and complain, "Five more minutes, mom!" The voice nervously responded, "I-I'm not your mom!" Causing Randy to blink his eyes open to see Theresa Fowler on his bunk bed. This startled Randy, who immediately pulled up on his blanket covering himself up, "T-Theresa, y-you're i-in my room, g-girl…never been…to n-new room…" As Randy stuttered his way through a coherent sentence, Theresa explained herself, "Your mom let me in, she was a bit worried about what happened to you yesterday," she said gesturing towards his still bruised arm, "So she let you sleep in a bit. Are you feeling better now?"

Randy rubbed his arm, it stung but it should be good, "Yeah, I think I can make it work," Theresa looked at him with a concerned look, "Maybe, you should just stay home today?" Randy scoffed at the kind girl's offer, "Nah, last time I tried to take a break a missile almost blew up my house," a statement that confused Theresa. Randy hurriedly explained, "Oh, it's just an inside joke between me and Howard. Don't worry too much, Theresa." Randy raised two thumbs up towards himself, "This guy still has his cheese in one piece." Theresa giggled at Randy's antics, "Well, if you're sure then, I'll wait for you outside, okay?"

Randy waved his arms embarrassedly, "W-What? You don't need to do that, I mean, you're going to be late!" Theresa shook her head, "Don't worry about it, consider it as thanks for saving me the other day."

"B-But," Randy's refusal was cut short by Theresa's finger on his mouth, "I…I want to do this, okay?" Theresa turned away to hide her gradually reddening face, Randy remained speechless at the sight in front of him and could only nod in affirmation towards the girl's advances. Seeing this, Theresa quickly moved out of his room, and back outside his house.

Randy, making sure that the sight was clear, stuffed his face into his pillow and screamed.


The pair hurriedly made their way towards Norrisville High, rushing past his neighbor who said, "Hey Randy! Hey random girl!" As they jumped over fences, and bushes in the shortest possible route from his house to the school, Randy couldn't help but notice how Theresa was actually managing to catch up with his pace. He couldn't dwell on such thoughts for long however, as they reached school just in time for the first bell to ring.

The two teens now panting and tired from the rapid dash, "So…uh…see you later?" Randy asked as he managed to catch his breath. Theresa couldn't quite form a response, and gave a weak thumbs up instead. Afterwards, the two made their way to their respective classes.


Debbie Kang had always had a knack for finding the next scoop, and when she saw her punctual best friend almost get to Mrs. Driscoll's class late while being drenched in sweat, she knew there was going to be a massive story to be uncovered. All she needed was the right question.

Debbie slid towards the seat of her best friend and cheekily asked, "So, how did it go with your boyfriend?" And que the denial in 3…2…1. As expected, Theresa shook her head, "R-Randy's not my boyfriend!" A smirk crept onto Debbie's face, leading Theresa to defend herself, "N-Nothing between me and R-Randy happened today!" Theresa, realizing her slip of the tongue, put her hands over her mouth, fearing that anything she might say could've been used against her. A solid move, but pointless against the school's best journalist, "I guess I can take your silence as affirmation that you walked to school here with Randy, quite scandalous." Debbie then began taking notes on her notepad, as Theresa began to redden with frustration, "It's not like that!"

"Ms. Fowler, it's one thing to almost be late for class, it's another thing to be interrupting it," Mrs. Driscoll warned the now embarrassed student, before she could explain herself however, Mrs. Driscoll pulled a seemingly innocuous skeleton towards her, "Now, now, hon, remember how we were back then? We always had a bone to pick with the teacher," the bow-tied skeleton, otherwise known as Mr. Driscoll joked prompting laughter from Mrs. Driscoll.

After kissing her husband, causing a collective shiver of disgust amongst the entirety of her class, Ms. Driscoll calmed down and her attention returned to Theresa, "Since Jerry spoke out for you, I am simply going to give you a warning this time, but next time there will be consequences."

Theresa nodded, followed by a quiet, "Yes, Mrs. Driscoll." And she returned to her seat giving her best friend the stink-eye, who was whistling innocently.

"I'm totally going to get payback for this," Theresa whispered in Debbie's ear, who attempted to apologize, "Yeah, honestly, my bad."


After Science class, the two girls continued their conversation in the hallway, with Theresa recounting the events of the morning while attempting to "leave nothing out" for the journalist.

"…And that was it honestly, I was just checking up on a guy that helped me, okay? Nothing more, nothing less," Theresa wrapped up her story as she placed her books in her locker. "Nothing more eh?" Debbie teased, causing Theresa to roll her eyes, "There really was nothing to it, I was just concerned since I didn't follow him to the nurse's office yesterday."

"What?!" Debbie exclaimed, causing Theresa to cover her ears, and for everyone to look at them oddly. Debbie apologized, "Sorry," and poked Theresa as she began to rant, "So, I give you two some alone time only for you to shoob it up!" Theresa shrugged, "He was just hurt, and besides he had…uh…something else to do?" Theresa nervously added.

Debbie crossed her arms in suspicion, and held an introspective look, "Something else? The guy had a hurt arm, Theresa. I highly doubt there'd be anything else more important for him to do other than getting it checked out first." Theresa raised her arms in surrender and went along her way only for Debbie to block her.

Theresa grunted, as she attempted to side-step pass Debbie, "Come on! Maybe you should just ask Randy about it!" Debbie hummed and considered it, "You know what? I'll ask him right now." She said pointing towards the purple haired teen heading towards his next class. Debbie however, was then blocked by Theresa, "Wait!" Debbie crossed her arms with a pensive look, "Well, I'm waiting." Theresa's eyes shifted from left to right repeatedly, she took a deep breath and whispered in her friend's ear, "I saw something that I wasn't supposed to." A piece of information that caused Debbie's face to brighten, "I knew it! I knew you were hiding something. What is it? Did Randy do something- "Only for Theresa to shake her head, "No, he didn't do anything wrong, maybe something stupid," to which Debbie huffed as though to say 'obviously.'

Theresa reiterated her point, "He didn't do anything wrong. It was just that I…saw something that he was really trying to keep a secret, and I definitely shouldn't tell you. Especially with you stabbing my back in class earlier." Debbie rolled her eyes at her friend's bitter tone, "Cut the cheese, Theresa, it's not like he'll know you told me, right? What's a secret between friends?" Theresa raised two of her fingers and dragged them across her lips as though zipping them, not intending on telling the reporter anything else.

Debbie grunted and stomped her foot, "It's not like the secret is that he's the ninja or anything. That scoop almost ended my career, there's no way someone that stupid can be him," that insult almost made Theresa retort in defense of her crush, but luckily she managed to keep herself together, "Y-Yeah, no way someone like Randy can be the ninja."

Their conversation was cut short by the bell ringing once again.

Debbie sighed, "Fine, you win this round Fowler, but I promise by the power vested in me as the youngest editor of the N.H.G.T.T.W.D.P.C Online Edition, I will find the truth!" She swore as she sprinted towards her next class leaving a dejected Theresa to whisper to herself, "I swear that acronym keeps getting longer every time I hear it."


At lunch, Theresa didn't fare any better, with Debbie's watchful gaze making it hard for her to enjoy her meal. Honestly, the day couldn't get any worse for her.

"Hey Theresa!" Speak of the Sorcerer, the source of all of her problems, one Randy Cunningham. She waved at him as well, "Hey Randy!" As he took a seat by her side, he noticed that Debbie was eyeing them in a very peculiar manner. "Hey…uh, is there something wrong with Debbie?" Randy asked, pointing out her friend's odd behavior, Theresa rolled her eyes, "Yeah, she doesn't understand the importance of privacy."

Randy dismissively took a bite of his lunch, "Oh, been there, done that." Saying it in between bites causing chunks to fly out towards Debbie, "Hey! Watch it, Cunningham. Also, it was only one time!" This caused Randy stared at her straight-faced, "You made a robot target me!" Debbie huffed and defended herself, "Again, I've apologized for that, and we have no proof that it was actually targeting you! What kind of person sends a mech based on the hunch of a high schooler?"

Randy dragged his face down exasperatedly, "Oh, you have no idea."


McFist sneezed, eliciting a "Gesundheit" from Viceroy. As Mcfist blew into a large box of tissues, Viceroy commented on their current situation, "I can't believe that my production line is being hijacked by an 800-year-old hag!" McFist added on, "I can't believe that 800-year-old magic is still better than your modern-day creations, Viceroy." Leading to the mad-scientist to groan in despair in their prison cell.

"When is she actually going to let us go Hannibal? My late-night shows are coming on later, and I have to get Nicholas from the vet," Viceroy asked with an annoyed tone. McFist angrily responded, "Oh, I don't know Viceroy, maybe when the 800-year-old shoob decides to give me superpowers!" Viceroy covered his ears as McFist continued to rant.

Their conversation would have to wait, as the facility began to shake.

"Uh…Viceroy, did you just activate some kind of escape hatch?" McFist asked with a hopeful tone, to which the mad-scientist shook his head, "No, Hannibal, I'm pretty sure I've tried almost every other plan we've had in this place. Whatever the Sorceress' plan is, she's using up a ton of the facility's power." Viceroy continued to ponder on the Sorceress' intentions with their equipment while McFist commented, "Oh, sweet cheese, our electric bill is going to go through the roof!" Viceroy facepalmed at McFist's cheapness.


Theresa managed to get a word in between the argument of her two friends, "So, what are you guys going to do after school?"

Debbie pulled out her notepad and said, "I'm going to work on some of my findings today in the Journalism room," which caused Theresa's eyes to widen in surprise, this was noticed by Debbie and clarified, "And before you start, I'm only going to compile on gossip that I think has some concrete truths to it, I still have my pride as a journalist you know?" Theresa relaxed as her friend assured her that what they were talking about wasn't going to get published any time soon.

As Randy managed to scarf down another sandwich, he spoke, "I think I'm going to go to the library today to get some training in," which confused both Debbie and Theresa that Randy noticed and immediately corrected himself, "Brain training that is! You know, bruce mind means a brucer body!" He nervously excused. Theresa giggled while Debbie winced at his attempts at humor.

Hearing that Randy was going to go to the library did make Debbie think though, "Hey, Theresa, you don't have anything to do later, right?" Theresa sensing that her friend had yet another scheme, quickly shook her head and made her excuse, "Yeah, of course, I do, I have that…uh…baton team…assignments…some other third thing."

Debbie cheekily smiled, "Last I checked, the baton team didn't have any practice scheduled today," causing Theresa's attempt at an excuse to fall flat, "And we don't have any assignments today either," Theresa shook her head and waved her arms to stop her friend, sadly she was about to deal the finishing blow.

"Oh, and that thing, I canceled it." Seeing her best friend fall flat as each of her excuses were shot down was cathartic, but she needed to make sure she'd go along with it. "I think you should go with Randy to the library, given how clumsy he already is with his arm."

Randy complained with a "Hey!"

"Hey, yourself! Look at the mess you've made by eating with one hand!" Debbie states as she spreads her arms to reveal a messy cafeteria to the two, as students fell and tripped on the spillage of Randy's food. Randy sighed, "Look, it's just one or two," a scream of a student was heard as they tripped, "or three accidents, besides I'm pretty sure that I'll just end up reading a single book anyways." Debbie stared at Theresa who was currently twiddling with her fingers, desperately wondering what caused her friend to fall for this idiot.

Debbie exasperated, decided to pull out one last trump card, "Alright, if you don't let Theresa go with you, I'll have to use the video that Heidi sent me." Pulling out her phone that has a play button on. Randy, familiar with the image on the phone, stood up and antagonized Debby, "You wouldn't dare!"

Debbie's eyes met his, "Try me."


It was a stalemate of epic proportions, one that lasted until the end of the day, sadly it was also one that Randy Cunningham lost when he accidentally bumped his injured arm on the door like a total shoob breaking his concentration.

Randy grumbled, "Stupid Debbie Kang, dumb persuasiveness, stupid Heidi, and forgetting my name." Theresa nervously laughed, as she and Randy walked towards the library. "So, uh, Randy…" Theresa began playing with her fingers again, "Which book did you want to get here? The dictionary?"

Randy huffed, "You get the meaning of 'inglorious' wrong one time, and you never let it go!" Theresa began to laugh again and teased him, "I guess, I'm infuriating you?"

Randy looked crossed yet confused, "Uh…that means that I don't think you're furiating?" Theresa merely rolled her eyes and moved her hair to the right side of her face. "How you managed that B-minus in Mr. Bannister's class, I'll never know."

Randy and Theresa continued their back and forth, actually managing to study for quite some time, until students were slowly trickling out of the library. Though the two teens barely noticed it, until they were left alone in their tiny section in the area. As Randy continued to read during their English lesson, he felt a weight on his shoulders, he turned his head and saw that Theresa had fallen asleep.

Randy glanced to his left and right, while trying to keep himself from blushing so much. He was nearly tempted to let the girl continue to rest on his shoulder when a red glow began to emanate from his satchel. Randy sighed, but he knew he needed to train for the coming conflict, and so, he straightened Theresa out, and placed his jacket on her to keep her warm while he was gone.

The red glow began to increase in frequency and intensity, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm coming!" Randy opened the book, and he too fell into seeming slumber.


A/N: Hey everyone, Somi here! Uploaded this chapter early this week, and yes, this fic will update weekly unless something happens that makes me busy, which is what happened this week. However, since I write chapters in advance, I'll probably just post chapters earlier but with slightly poorer grammar and punctuation, I'll edit it over time if need be. Plus, this chapter was relatively short enough for me to proofread it in a few hours.

The next chapter will probably be posted on the same day of the week that I posted the first two chapters. Chapter 4 as it stands is probably the longest chapter I've written yet. Fun fact: I found my old fanfiction account, and consequently my first fanfic ever. I don't want to talk about it but wow, was I bad at using punctuation marks and writing in general. Granted, I still don't know how to describe environmental settings.

Curious question guys: How did you feel about how I tackled the Art of Healing's limitation in the previous chapters? Because, that thing is stupid OP, and while I didn't want to nerf it, I did want to introduce a unique limitation to it. Also, if anyone's asking why Randy's arm got hurt that badly, well it's because he wasn't wearing the ninja suit at the time.