Wind blew gently through the bamboo forest, whistling through the hollow inside of the bamboo. A river full of fish wound its way through the forest. The river trickled slowly, every now and then, a fish would jump out of the water.
A plump fish jumped out of the water, only to be snatched out of the air by a lightning fast hanf covered in fur. The beast crouched by the riverbank, feeding on the fish. The animal threw the fish aside and stood up. His fur blew over his eyes in the wind, as he looked through the forest. He was wearing raggedy clothes, and wore no sandals. But this animal was not to be judged by appearance alone. Though he looked like a commoner, he was a ninja. He had been trained as a ninja, but left to live in the forest as a hermit. He spent his days in the forest, protecting its wildlife from the humans that threatened it. His name was Sukotto Ookamijin, master thief. He occasionally wandered into town in disguise to gather supplies, but rarely left the forest.
Scukotto looked up, closing his eyes and listening. The wind carried the voices of the forest to him, serenading his ears with every wisp. He opened his eyes. "Something is on the horizon. I can feel it." Sukotto walked back to his shelter, a mangy old almost hut like construction, fairly small, but big enough. Sukotto had fastened a bed of leaves on top of a frame made from bamboo. He reached under the bed and pulled out a chest. Inside the chest lay his ninja gear: throwing stars, knives, his garments, and attachments to his bo staff. Sukotto's hand ran over the medal that lay in the chest. It bore the symbol of the wolf, a gift from his long departed sensei.
Scott turned and stood walking to the other end of his hut to his staff. Sukotto gripped it tightly and swirled it around. "I still got it."
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