On that time there was a civil war happening in Japan between the two greatest tribes,
THE SHADOWS AND SAMURAI
ICHIGO:- BECOME THE STRONGEST NINJA OF HIS CLAN
when Ichigo was a child ,he and his family lived in Jeju village one of the last few settlements of ninja in the south of Japan . In fact, he dreamed a quite life, far from war and bloodshed
But his father was a retired army general from the Ninja association who once fought in the great war between the ninjas of south and the samurai of the north.
Ten years ago ,the war had supposedly ended . A treaty was signed : the East would be under samurai control and the west be the responsibility of the ninjas whether they liked or not.
Since then, most ninja clans migrated to west for safety , only 4 villages remained in the south including Jeju and holding onto peace
Last year, Ichigo father passed away , leaving him as the only man in the family.
Now , the shadow of war raises again.
MOM:
You don't have to do this, Ichigo. You're only eighteen…
ICHIGO:
I know, Mom. But if we wait any longer, the war will reach us. I can't let what happened to Dad happen to anyone else.
[Knock again. Ichigo opens the door. An old man in a faded cloak steps in. It's Master Hatori, an elder of the ninja clan.]
MASTER HATORI:
So… the boy chooses the blade after all.
ICHIGO:
I didn't choose it, Master. The world did.
MASTER HATORI (smirks):
Spoken like a true warrior. But words mean nothing without strength. Do you believe you're ready?
ICHIGO:
No. But I'll become ready. I have to.
MOM (quietly):
His father said the same thing when he left for his last mission…
MASTER HATORI:
Then let him finish what his father started.
ICHIGO (tightens his grip on his father's old ninja band):
I will. I'll protect this village. I'll protect everyone.
MASTER HATORI:
Good. Then your training begins… now. I can stay there until you become a real shadow .
One week later...
Master hatori received a letter from the council of ninja association.
Master Hatori (folding the letter):
"The winds have shifted. The council never sends such a message without reason."
Apprentice (wide-eyed):
"Master… why only the female shinobi? What's happening in the capital?"
Hatori (looking to the horizon):
"I don't know yet. But I fear… this isn't just a relocation. It smells like a trap—or a war."
Apprentice (gripping his kunai tightly):
"Should I go with them? Protect them?"
Hatori (shakes his head):
"No. Your path lies here. Your training has just begun. You must become the shadow that watches from the dark… not the one that walks into it blindly."
Apprentice (softly):
"Then what do I do?"
Hatori (placing a firm hand on his shoulder):
"You survive. You learn. And when the time comes… you strike."
The night fell like ink poured across the sky—moonless, breathless, dead silent. Even the cicadas held their tongues.
Master Hatori had not slept. His senses were sharper now than ever before. Something in the air felt… wrong.
Suddenly, the shrine bells rang—three short clangs. A warning.
"They're here," Hatori whispered.
But no footsteps approached. No rustling leaves. Nothing.
Then—darkness moved.
Not the absence of light, but a living thing. A presence that melted through the walls like smoke, cold and silent. The flames in the lanterns flickered… then died.
The apprentice jolted awake in his quarters, instinctively grabbing his blade. A chill ran down his spine—not from the cold, but from the void of sound. Not even his heartbeat dared make a sound.
Then a whisper slithered through the air, not spoken, but heard in the bones:
"We are the unseen… and you have been seen."
Without warning, a figure in a black cloak appeared in the courtyard—no face, no eyes—just darkness under a hood. Before Hatori could move, ten more emerged from the mist, surrounding the dojo.
The Bleeding Sword… it's what they were after.
But how did they know?
And more importantly… who were they?
The apprentice stepped into the courtyard. His hand trembled, but his resolve did not.
"Master…"
Hatori's voice was calm, but grim:
"Stay behind me. These are not assassins. They are… Wraith Shinobi. Survivors of the Forbidden War."
Suddenly, the figure raised a hand—and from the shadows behind them, something ancient crawled out.
A creature not born of this world.
The sky thundered without clouds.
And the war for the Bleeding Sword had begun.
The night fell like ink poured across the sky—moonless, breathless, dead silent. Even the cicadas held their tongues.
Master Hatori had not slept. His senses were sharper now than ever before. Something in the air felt… wrong.
Suddenly, the shrine bells rang—three short clangs. A warning.
"They're here," Hatori whispered.
But no footsteps approached. No rustling leaves. Nothing.
Then—darkness moved.
Not the absence of light, but a living thing. A presence that melted through the walls like smoke, cold and silent. The flames in the lanterns flickered… then died.
The apprentice jolted awake in his quarters, instinctively grabbing his blade. A chill ran down his spine—not from the cold, but from the void of sound. Not even his heartbeat dared make a sound.
Then a whisper slithered through the air, not spoken, but heard in the bones:
"We are the unseen… and you have been seen."
Without warning, a figure in a black cloak appeared in the courtyard—no face, no eyes—just darkness under a hood. Before Hatori could move, ten more emerged from the mist, surrounding the dojo.
The Bleeding Sword… it's what they were after.
But how did they know?
And more importantly… who were they?
The apprentice stepped into the courtyard. His hand trembled, but his resolve did not.
"Master…"
Hatori's voice was calm, but grim:
"Stay behind me. These are not assassins. They are… Wraith Shinobi. Survivors of the Forbidden War."
Suddenly, the figure raised a hand—and from the shadows behind them, something ancient crawled out.
A creature not born of this world.
The sky thundered without clouds.
And the war for the Bleeding Sword had begun.
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