Chronicles of the Ninja Assassin
By Ellie Murphy
Greetings all and may the spoon be with you. Today begins a series of tales from last year’s Ninja Assassin Tournament. Full disclosure: my memories may have faded or been amplified from the glory of the kill.
It was a warm October night. Canadian Thanksgiving at Saijo Brianna’s house. Cultural exchange and all that jazz. ALTs were piled into her living room. I sat with my spoon behind my back. Ready.
My target was none other than the notorious assassin, Gahl. I had been contracted (for the going rate of a Mister Donuts donut), by my fellow Fukuyaman, Brianna, to take out this dangerous monster. Spoon at the ready, I waited.
Early in the night, Gahl struck his own target. Driving a spoon into Saijo Sarah’s back, he cackled with monstrous joy at his newest victim. He gloated. I clutched my spoon with glee. This would only make killing him more satisfying.
I let him take a moment to bask in the glory of the kill, even allowing him to tell the others at the party about his scheming. “Ohohoho.” I though with glee. “Your time will come, young Gahl.”
Truth be told, the actual moment of killing of Gahl is a hazy memory. But I think that night I learned the true meaning of the Canadian Thanksgiving.
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