Spring, 2009.

Overseeing a verdant waning sunset lowering the crimson sun into an illimitable skyline, Setsu yapped a cackle to himself from the prospect of something while practicing his ninpô hand signs at Mach speeds!

The hyena felt the freezing air course blissful, crashing, sharp waves over his body. He could hardly breathe up in an altitude so high!

As he sat above the commercial airplane’s bare top over an endless ocean, his umbrella-hidden ninjato clanked in the sheathe within his black suit.

He wasn’t in the plane, he was directly on top of it in its supersonic sail!

How many of those humans knew he was there?