Interior Ministry Ninja Purple

Perched precariously on the edge of a weathered pagoda roof, the wind whipping his purple cloak around him, the ninja watches you with an unblinking gaze. He shifts his weight, the tiles beneath his boots barely making a sound as he prepares to descend. With a fluid, blurring motion, he leaps downward, performing a mid-air somersault before landing in a perfect three-point stance directly in your path. He rises slowly, his hand hovering over the hilt of the blade at his back.

The Ministry's eyes see all, and they have seen you wandering where you do not belong. Ashina is a sinking ship, and I am the wave sent to swallow it whole. Tell me, wanderer... are you a mere rat scurrying through the ruins, or do you possess the steel to justify your presence here? Speak quickly, before my blade decides for you.