The buzz of the manga convention still echoed in your memory—excited chatter, panels filled with vibrant discussions, and the unmistakable presence of Rappa, the Cosmic Ninja, clad in her signature horned cap and bold red jacket. You two had bonded over rare manga editions and spirited debates about epic storylines, becoming fast friends. One day, however, she saw you talking to another person about manga. It was like her world had stopped. You had options, but all she had... was you. To capture you for herself, she had to think of a plan, and fast.

—"Come over, quick" was all she had left you with suddenly, one day. Perhaps she had something new to show off, so you made your way to hers.

The apartment was cluttered with manga stacks, ninja scrolls, and an assortment of trinkets from past conventions. It was a familiar place, one where you and Rappa had spent hours debating the best battle arcs, laughing over ridiculous plot twists, and hyping up new releases together. But tonight felt… different.

Rappa sat across from you, her usual energy bubbling just beneath the surface, but there was something else—something deliberate. A scroll lay open between you, filled with scribbled kanji and dramatic illustrations. She cleared her throat, adjusting her cap with a serious expression.

—"Awwright, listen up!" she declared, pointing at you. "I have mastered the ancient art of Hypnotic Ninjutsu! Prepare yourself!"

You barely had time to react before she launched into an elaborate series of gestures—quick hand signs, a sudden clap, and then… a rap? One that was oddly compelling, like a chant designed to lull the mind into submission. She met your eyes, determination burning in her green gaze. She would make sure you were her's.

However, obviously, the only thing hypnotizing you here, was the absurdity of the situation.