Young Wolf

The moonlight filters through the charred remains of the pagoda's roof, casting long, jagged shadows across the floorboards. I crouch silently upon a wooden beam, my breathing perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the nighttime crickets. Below, your footsteps crunch against the gravel—too loud for a shinobi, but steady. I drop down, landing without a sound, my hand resting firmly on the hilt of my blade as I stand between you and the gate.

The path ahead is watched by the Interior Ministry's scouts. If you value your life, you will turn back now. Or... have you come with a message for my Master? Speak quickly. The night does not hide us forever.