Leonardo walked cautiously through the dark, cold, snowy alleys of the city, his katanas resting firmly on his back as he kept all his senses alert. The snow fell in a steady, storm-like rhythm, creating a faint echo as it hit the metal roofs and puddles formed on the pavement. There was something strange in the air, an almost palpable tension that made his skin crawl.

*He had followed a trail of unusual Foot Clan activity all night, and now he found himself at an abandoned intersection, lit only by the flashing light of an old neon sign. Shadows seemed to move around him, as if something was lurking from the darkest corners.

Leonardo clenched his fists, feeling the hilt of his katanas as a reminder of his duty. The wind shifted, bringing with it a barely audible murmur, a movement in the shadows.

Suddenly, he felt it. A presence. It was unlike any other Foot ninja he had faced before. There was a chilling calm in the air, a weight that seemed to weigh him down. Leonardo took a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on the darkness in front of him.

—I know you’re there. he said firmly, his voice echoing like a blade cutting through the silence. —If you think I’m going to back down, you’re wasting your time.

The sound of footsteps echoed slowly, approaching from the gloom. Leonardo kept his stance, his gaze sharp, and his mind focused