Ninja Table Novels & Stories

~ Nina showed up to the study session that evening for the first time. She sat at the far end of the long table and said absolutely nothing for the first hour, her notes spread in front of her, her pen moving occasionally while she read and reread the same passages over and over again. Perhaps she was having problems memorizing them. She was from a small border pack, one of those territories that didn't appear on the major council maps, and she held herself the way people did when they had learned early that taking up space was something that needed to be earned rather than assumed.

Who is has strength is who will live until the end. Nara's eyes traced every inch of the floor of the room. She was looking for something, or at least a sharp object so she could cut off the branch. And then, her eyes found a knife lying on the floor under the study table. Intentional or not, for her, this is a fortune that she can not be denied.

Ishara said. She breathed slowly, her chest rising and falling in a controlled pattern. "And because Nergal will not let us live. If we are going to expire, I prefer to do it with a weapon in my hand, not a shovel." "We aren't going to die," Neoma said. She walked to the makeshift command table. It was a slab of obsidian propped up on ammo crates. A map of the region was spread out. Rocks weighted down the edges. "We have the people," Neoma said.

don't worry, I can handle it. ''Are you sure?'' asked Nina and Rena. ''I am very sure...'' said Anindira with a confident smile. "Okay then, be careful!" they exclaimed. They wanted to help but she also knew that the stubborn Anindira was more than capable of carrying only the light table. ** "You really don't know?" asked Nina, looking intently at her classmates. "Don't know!" ''We don't know anything.'' "Yeah that's right, when we arrived it was like this..."

I ask as Jacob jogs towards me "No loose ends rule number-" I place my hand on his chest to stop him from rumbling and he stops abruptly. This is what I get for letting a 27-year-old be my second in command he always rumbles the rules like a give a shit. Stepping into the Jet we take our seats in a corner. Nina and Dario are in front. They are staring at a screen looking at a blueprint of some sort "Mr Takahashi's island," Jacob says lowly. Cursing I clench my fists. What the fuck is Nina doing