"So, after the Shinobi world war turned out ...." I just close my ears to hear this long blah-blah-blah.
"Okay, let's go desu."
"Ah, it's over, let's go back Kenji."
"Sorry sir, a little incorrect, I mean 12 months".
'Get on the ground the ground now!!!'
"Hey kitty control your temper, look at someone with those eyes overflowing will to fight can end up pretty bad for you."
Both of them turn and exit the door as they remember that the air is colder than icy "Damn, Kabbol, how can you cope in this weather without a cowl. Its freezing!"
"Oh! So I was not paranoid after all." I tell him about the constant feeling of being followed.
Aya: HEY! Don't bring Patches into this!
It was at the time when Takashi went to his Mansion that evening. In a place located far away from Japan, sounds of murmurs reverberated to the whole room. It was crowded with people wearing white cloaks, white gloves and white caps and they all wearing a 'shocked' face as they watched a scene towards a certain large monitor located on the center of the place.
The man in the gimp suit froze up. His name was indeed Zhou Lei! 'But how did he find out? Did my friends sell me out?'
So much to do, so much to see