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There once was a time when allies flocked to the ninja.... not necessarily often or that many, but to him, they were abundant.... One in particular happened to be a certain cocky samurai..... Upon first meeting this man, he was very troubled.... For in the past, the sleeping ninja had met with some unfortunate circumstances that involved another not-so-friendly samurai..... Trusting this one seemed to be a rediculous idea..... However, soon came the time where this crimson samurai shined gloriously as a warrior and a saint..... troubled was the ninja at his own incorrect judgements, yet he let that pass and began a long journey with the other wanderer..... Together they slayed many beasts and accomplished more than each had ever believed was possible on their own, and eventually their own individual powers began to grow without them knowing it..... when it began to dawn on them, they were exstatic at first..... Alas, the ramifications of power would soon be felt..... and when all was said and done, their power, however great, was represented by the only thing they had left..... themselves..... The power of 2, 3 soon to come, fear plagued them for each owns 3 was cast of in the distance, yet loomed nearer..... the anxiousness of recieving the power..... cast over by the darkness of the terrors that must be endured to get there..... the ninja believed he could see his own in death..... What he knew for sure though, was the samurai's..... He never was able to bring himself to tell his close friend what it was that awaited him.....

To be revised sooner or later....