PATH OF THE NINJA: ONE YEAR LATER

*heretic888* · 01-20-2004, 06:09 PM

January 5, 2005.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay on Earth, highness. Have a pleasant trip home." Michelangelo said with a smile, bowing curteously to the High Princess of the planet Kadatha. She waved goodbye with a smile, and the Utrom transmat device enveloped she and her entourage in a brilliant flash of light.

Mike looked up at the clock. It was 5:30 in the afternoon. "Well, it's time for me to get going, guys." Mike motioned to his fellow facilitators with a nod. He removed his ornamental robe and headed toward the exit of the Utroms' base off the coast of Manhattan. A high-tech security device scanned his body and blinked a blink of approval. "Good evening, Facilitator Michelangelo Hamato," a computerized voice chimed at him. Mike chuckled and headed for the hover-vehicle that would take him back into the city.

As the vehicle soared across the water, Michelangelo was deep in thought. It had been over a year since Splinter had died of a heart attack. Even though it seemed like it happened in a dream, the pain of the event still tugged at Mike's heart like an ever-present weight. He didn't really show it, but he missed his father. A lot. How the others managed to cope with their sensei's demise was beyond him....

The 30 year old mutant immersed himself into his new job as a reorientation facilitator. He quite enjoyed meeting new alien beings and introducing them to North American culture. Occassionally, he found that he even had to play the role of bodyguard due to some of the human supremacist groups in the city. It was always exciting, and he was well-equipped for the task. He knew that the Oots had offered the job to him for a reason.

The hover-device docked onto the city port, and Mike deftly hopped off his ride. He waved goodbye to the Utrom pilot and headed toward his car. Mike began driving downtown. With luck, he should just be able to make his class on time...

About six months back, Mike used some of the money he had saved from his new job to buy a little property downtown. He had decided to establish a martial arts dojo to spread the teachings of the ninja to those who sought it. This is something he felt Splinter would want him to do, considering he hadn't taken his studies all that seriously in his youth.

Mike parked his car in a garage on the side of the building. He walked outside and looked up at the small sign. It read: "HAMATO NO BUDO", with the accompanying Japanese kanji below it. He had a very small, but loyal, base of students --- usually having no more then a dozen students on any given night. He smiled, walking in the front door of the school right at 6:00. The class was waiting.

"Evenin', guys." Michelangelo said with a smile.

"HEY, SENSEI!!" They yelled in near-unison. Mike chuckled. He preferred to run his classes informally, and this suited him quite well.

"Alright, guys, let's begin..." Mike said, noticing a few new faces in the crowd tonight....

01-20-2004, 06:09 PM	#1
heretic888 Foot Elite Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,344	PATH OF THE NINJA: ONE YEAR LATER January 5, 2005. "I hope you enjoyed your stay on Earth, highness. Have a pleasant trip home." Michelangelo said with a smile, bowing curteously to the High Princess of the planet Kadatha. She waved goodbye with a smile, and the Utrom transmat device enveloped she and her entourage in a brilliant flash of light. Mike looked up at the clock. It was 5:30 in the afternoon. "Well, it's time for me to get going, guys." Mike motioned to his fellow facilitators with a nod. He removed his ornamental robe and headed toward the exit of the Utroms' base off the coast of Manhattan. A high-tech security device scanned his body and blinked a blink of approval. "Good evening, Facilitator Michelangelo Hamato," a computerized voice chimed at him. Mike chuckled and headed for the hover-vehicle that would take him back into the city. As the vehicle soared across the water, Michelangelo was deep in thought. It had been over a year since Splinter had died of a heart attack. Even though it seemed like it happened in a dream, the pain of the event still tugged at Mike's heart like an ever-present weight. He didn't really show it, but he missed his father. A lot. How the others managed to cope with their sensei's demise was beyond him.... The 30 year old mutant immersed himself into his new job as a reorientation facilitator. He quite enjoyed meeting new alien beings and introducing them to North American culture. Occassionally, he found that he even had to play the role of bodyguard due to some of the human supremacist groups in the city. It was always exciting, and he was well-equipped for the task. He knew that the Oots had offered the job to him for a reason. The hover-device docked onto the city port, and Mike deftly hopped off his ride. He waved goodbye to the Utrom pilot and headed toward his car. Mike began driving downtown. With luck, he should just be able to make his class on time... About six months back, Mike used some of the money he had saved from his new job to buy a little property downtown. He had decided to establish a martial arts dojo to spread the teachings of the ninja to those who sought it. This is something he felt Splinter would want him to do, considering he hadn't taken his studies all that seriously in his youth. Mike parked his car in a garage on the side of the building. He walked outside and looked up at the small sign. It read: "HAMATO NO BUDO", with the accompanying Japanese kanji below it. He had a very small, but loyal, base of students --- usually having no more then a dozen students on any given night. He smiled, walking in the front door of the school right at 6:00. The class was waiting. "Evenin', guys." Michelangelo said with a smile. "HEY, SENSEI!!" They yelled in near-unison. Mike chuckled. He preferred to run his classes informally, and this suited him quite well. "Alright, guys, let's begin..." Mike said, noticing a few new faces in the crowd tonight.... __________________ "Ninpo began as training to become a moral people and to learn to endure in whatever social condition one is in; to know and accept one's fate, and to live for human beings and all other creatures. The person who masters all of these is a Ninja." (Masaaki Hatsumi)