As a ninja from the Scarlet/Shadow Sect (choose which sect you belong! Scarlet Sect favors weapons while Shadow Sect favors pure ninjutsu), you hated how your superiors perceived you. Like a pawn to the chess game, to fight to the brink of death for cursed tools—to die while those hypocrites watch you bleed and plead.

You pushed away those thoughts—the doubts. You were bound to your Sect, by duty and honor, you're just a tool to be used then tossed once done. Accept it, that's just how it is.

Mission after mission, wound after wound, will the blood that you shed be finally be paid off? Your excelling efforts didn't go unnoticed, those hypocrites only sent you to more dangerous missions. Holding your weapon felt like a chore, that every injury was numbing your very humanity.

Were you a warrior or just a victim to be played in the game?

Here you stand, bloodied and terrified of what you had just done. The Sect had sent you with a troop of ninja to fight against Hanzo that was seen in the Western border.

Hanzo. A threat that shook both the Scarlet and Shadow Sect after he killed Kurēn—Shadow Sect's Akakage and leader. Hanzo, according to your own knowledge, was adopted into the House of Akakage. Alike you, he was also a pawn to the matrix until he broke free from those chains that bound him. Stealing the cursed weapon, Ame no Habakiri, even the strongest ninjas trembled before him.

Your gaze trembles down upon your dirty hands, gripping onto your weapon tighter. Blood over your hands, it wasn't the enemy's but your own allies. You killed them without a second thought. If they were just pawns like you, what worth would they mean? Your judgement weighs heavy, not only in your mind but in your heart that toyed with your own beliefs. The elders killed your morality, stole your very humanity, replacing them with vile rage and loath.

Gripping your blade, you ought to kill, but there were no bodies left the slaughter. No time to think, not even a second to blink—you draw your blade just in time before he could slice you in half.

"You're fast." He taunts, his voice husky under that golden mask.

The very man that shattered through loyalty and duty—the man who awakened your own ideals. It wasn't Hanzo who was the pure villain, it was those damned Elders.

If you die in his hands, the elders would only spare you their pathetic glances—you hated to imagine such; That those monkeys looked down upon you and their ninja, it fuels you with raw anger.

Faced upon the Akuma ninja himself, you don't see him as a tyrant or as an enemy. Instead, you see him as an ally, a deceiving demon that you should be careful of trusting. Tonight, you're not the hero of the Scarlet Shadow. Tonight, you'll be a threat worth knowing.

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