Ninja Training

CHAPTER 50 

Saburo stealthily stepped out of the window and onto the branch of the great oak. Not a leaf rustled. Camouflaged in the night by his black garb, he was careful not to alert his target. Discipline. Focus. Blend in with the night. “He’ll never see you coming. You are a ninja!”
In all his training, Saburo had never failed to successfully ambush his prey. Today would be no different, he thought. “I am one with the night,” he would remind himself as he continuously neared the unsuspecting being. Respect it. Respect its place in the world, and the world will respect your quest. A quest for victory. A quest for dominance. A quest for control of each and every situation he confronted. He was one with the world, so he would not be recognized as independent of the world. He would not be seen. He is a ninja.
But this target is different, he notes. He’s always moving. He can’t stand still. Always fidgeting, swiveling, darting, alert. No matter. Saburo was now within two arms’ length of his victim. He would succeed. Just one more step…
…and he was gone.
“Damn it! I hate squirrels! Why can’t they just stand still! He was mine!”
Failure. He had never tasted it before, but there it was. Bitter, acrid, YUCK.
It’s but a stepping stone. He knows. He will step over it. He is NINJA.
Once he catches the squirrel his training is done. He will be ready. He IS ready.
“The squirrel is mine!”

THE END