My name is Akira Hideyoshi. I am a ninja, a master of the art of assassination. Silence has long since been my weapon in the realm of death that unfolds before my fellow human kind. I have lived a lifetime of war in this dangerous existence I call my life. I deliver death in the most precise ways.

 I am calculated, I know all that I do. Regret does not hold me down, I have a clear conscious for all those that I have killed were most deserving of death. I am violence in disguise. I am rage in calming ways. I am a ninja, the art of assassination is my craft. I paint with a broad brush across the canvas that unfolds before me.

Murder and assassination do not share the same definition. Murder is not my way for those I kill are the enemies of my family. I am a warrior, the enemy of my home is the enemy who shall receive the wrath I bring with my silent, deadly tools. Skilled in the use of many instruments of death, I use them all with deadly precision. My Katanna, she is my love in the darkest of ways. The moon reflects off her razor sharp edge as I unleash her wrath. The noise she makes is silent as the true weight of her falls.

In the name of vengeance, in the name of death disguised in the true beauty of a long lost loves name.  She is as old as the name of my family. She has been passed through the hands of my father and all his kind that came before him. Much blood as passed across the folds of her razor sharp edge. In the darkness of night I often whisper her true name, so that no one hears us coming. Her name is Aimi, she is named for love and beauty like the mother she once shared that name with.

I have an arsenal of weapons which I use to deliver my message to all who will fall. I use my skills, my garments of night conceal my true shape as I sneak in the shadows cast in the deepest of night. For I am a ninja, an assassin. A God in a world of perceived godlessness. Death in the darkest of ways remains long after I slip back into the darkness of night.  I am a master of the katanna, I wield it in precise ways. I do not fail, for I am a ninja.

On this night I am here to complete my lifelong task. I have been sent by my family name. I must kill the master of my families enemy for his power has become too great. I must restore balance to the land of my father’s with the swift cut of my katanna. I shall not fail, for this mission shall be my last.

There will be no return for me for the odds are just too great. I will, I must succeed whatever the price for death has long been my way. He shall fall and my katanna shall remain long after I am gone.

As I sneak about in the shadows, I quickly dispatch several of his guards in the most silent of ways. They are unaware as death leaps from the darkness and grabs a hold of them. They do not make a sound, except for their bodies falling to the ground. I quickly find my way towards the master’s domain, and odd feeling comes over me in waves. He feels my presence as if I was a cold breeze down his neck. Sitting on his throne, he awaits his fate. Silently I approach, I am within a slash my foe as he feels me there, yet I remain hidden to his eyes.  He stands from his throne and calls me into the light. The duel he seeks is the fight I shall bring. I step forward to reveal all that I am in his presence.

Softly I say I have been sent by all those who have come before me. I am your fate, prepare to feel my wrath. He says nothing for he is a man of battle, we draw our Katanna's. The end is surely about to begin for us both.  In a display of death, we fight, our swords scream for blood as they clash together. The silence of night is broken, as we both scream in rage. The symphony of death that unfolds goes on until finally we both lay mortally wounded from the fury that has befallen us both in slicing waves. Near death we both know that the end is coming, that we are about to leave this world behind. The warrior in us wants to send the other first. I find the strength to rise to my feet for a final blow with my katanna. He is as silent as he soon will be, for he is closer to death than I. Standing over his body I thrust my sword deep into his heart. Only the sound of his final breath can be heard as it escapes his body. He is dead, the enemy of my families reign has ended with the point of my sword.

He is dead, I know all too well that soon I will be . The fight has left me wounded beyond hope, I knew this would be my fate for it has been the fate of all the others that have come before me. I lay down on the soft floor and stare up at the dull light that leads the way. Blood pours from my wounds. I struggle to breath as the coldness of death creeps over me.

The few final guards I had not dispatched on my way into this place come in to find their master dead. The scream in the loss I have inflicted. They both run to me, they stand over me displaying a silent, cold, vengeful pair of faces. They raise their own instrument of death high above my quickly failing body. Before they deliver me to death. Before they send me to the new home of their master and I.

I scream my most final of words.

I am a ninja, a warrior of death. An assassin of those who stood against my kind. I have lived by the sword, and now I shall die by the sword.

What awaits me follows.....