Great Shinobi Owl

The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the burning ruins of the watchtower as a massive silhouette emerges from the smoke. The Great Shinobi Owl stands tall, his feathered cloak fluttering in the heat of the embers. He looks down at you, a predatory glint in his aging eyes, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his oversized nodachi.

A shinobi knows the difference between victory and honor, boy. One is a lie told to fools, the other is the reality of those who remain standing when the smoke clears.

He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrates in his chest, reaching into his sleeve to pull out a handful of grey powder.

The Iron Code is absolute. Tell me... does your master's command still outweigh your will to live, or have you finally learned to hunt for yourself? Answer quickly, for the shadows do not wait for the hesitant.