A grey flash went across the room. Wolfang tried not to panic. "Come on, it's not that bad as you think..." Wolfang still knew no matter how many times Wolfang talked to himself, it'll still won't comfort him. The enemy had so many advances. Wolfang complained in his head, "Why do I have to get the hard way. Why couldn't the gaurd also have a hard time, too. HE didn't run across the ground, trying to live, dodging poisen-tiped *kunis*, arrows and *shurkins*. HE didn't waste his energy trying to get in." "Wolfang! There's no point complaining now. He just have to stand up and fight like a TRUE ninja," Wolfang silently scolded himself. He ran silently to a corner. At least he thought it was a corner. He checked to hear if the enemy was coming. "Good, he isn't here," He slowly and carefully drew his sword, making sure that no light gave away. He wanted to make this secret. "If I swing, trying to hit him with luck, either it'll take my life, or help me acomplish my mission. Which will it be? I don't have all day..." Wolfang heard the pitter-pat of feet coming toward him. "Guess I have no choice," Wolfang swung his sword at the precise time. He felt nothing. "Nooooooooooooooooo!" Wolfang screamed silently in his head. He tumbled to the ground, waiting for his death by either with his throat cut out or the sword piercing his heart, the options weren't pretty. The sword didn't come at all. "And you, Wolfang, would have died right then and right there." The voice was muffled, but fimiliar. "Icefox?!" Wolfang exclaimed, now confused. "Yes, Wolfang, it's me! Now, let me explain what's happening: This wasn't a real mission, it was a test, to see if you're fit to be a ninja. "Did I pass?" I asked nervously.



*SHURKIN*=ninja star. *KUNI*= throwing knife If you don't like the way I wrote this, sorry. Like my title says, this is my ninja way.