Swish! Clang! Zing! Crunch! Oops! That last one should not have happened. Now my katana is broken, and I have to wait until the blacksmiths forge a new one. My master glares at me cooly, then hands me a staff and bows. I bow back as I take up the staff in my hand, and we are off to training.
Many hours later, I am sore and bruised, but training is done for the day. My master bows, then turns and heads back to his own room in the monastery. I bow silently in his direction, then head to my own room. I pull off my helmet and light armor, setting it on my bed. I have to keep my skills sharp, in case we are attacked for the treasure we hold. I pull out my training dummy and start kicking it, when I hear voices coming from outside.
I pulled back on my protective clothing, grab the abandoned staff, and dash outside. I saw a group of masked warriors leap down from the open walls and start thrusting it here and there, hoping to catch them off guard and make a more serious hit. I spin around, then thrust the staff into the ground, jump on it, spin, and hit some of the ninjas in the face. They retreat for a moment before regrouping and coming straight at me. At the last moment, the break off and head towards Sensei’s quarters.
I try to shout a warning, but nothing comes out and I feel a warm thing pressed hard against my mouth. One of the attackers has clamped their hand there so I couldn’t scream out. I struggle, but can’t break the hold. All I can do is watch as they come out of Sensei’s quarters with the Scepter of Dagobert. Its full gleaming length, complete with hand and bird, is carried out of his room. I know how hard Sensei had to fight to win it from the man who stole it 30 years ago. I struggle more, and feel myself being dragged backwards on the stone.
“Is this it?” One of the ninjas holding it asks.
“Yes,” the one behind me says, “now we escape.”
“What of the boy?” Another asks.
“We k.ill him,” my captor says. Sensei hobbles out of his room, and I see he’s bleeding in many places.
“If that is taken, all our lives will be lost,” Sensei gambles. The ninjas scoff.
“Don’t think that I’m not going to take it now,” the one holding me says. I take him to be the leader.
“Then all this effort will have been for nothing,” Sensei said sadly. I struggle more, trying to free myself to ask a question before he looks at me.
“I’m sorry, but it must be this way,” he says. He whips out a dagger and cuts the vines that helped keep this monastery up. The ground lurches, and we all fall. The ninjas are surprised, but they can’t do anything. The whole monastery, Sensei, treasure, ninja, and I all plunge into the volcano that the monastery was built on. My last thought is, at least they can’t get the treasure, then I feel a scorching heat, then I know nothing more.