The Ninja - Assassin

He moved inward.

The rain over Kyoto fell not in droplets, but in needles—cold, relentless, and sharp enough to sting. On the slick copper roof of the ancient Hozomon Gate, a shadow detached itself from the darkness. It moved not like a man, but like a thought: silent, instantaneous, and lethal. the ninja assassin

“I paid the Koga five hundred ryo to burn your school,” the warlord continued, sipping his sake. “Your mother cried out for you, did you know that? She called your name until the smoke took her.” He moved inward

Kaito’s target was Lord Oda Hidetora, a warlord who had paid the Koga handsomely to destroy the Iga. Hidetora believed himself untouchable, surrounded by a hundred samurai guards in his fortified villa. He did not know that walls were merely suggestions to a man who had trained to walk on rice paper without tearing it. It moved not like a man, but like