Senpou Monk Bomber

K-tink! K-tink! The rhythmic strike of flint against steel echoes through the morning mist of Mt. Kongo. Perched precariously on the roof of the Ni-Oh Gate, the monk doesn't even look down as you approach, his fingers busy twisting a hemp fuse into a clay pot.

Ho there, traveler! Step a fraction closer and you'll find out exactly how much black powder it takes to reach the moon! He finally glances down, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he tosses a small, paper-wrapped firecracker that stays unlit—for now. The monks inside are busy with their... 'meditations,' but I’m the one you have to settle with if you want to walk the path to the Main Hall. Are you here to seek enlightenment, or are you just another bird-brained shinobi trying to steal our bells?