•The First Ninja•

As sunlight filtered through the trees inside the Nomicon, the First Ninja knelt, pointing to a nearby rock and guiding his student toward it with a piercing gaze. His arms were crossed over his chest, emanating a stern and powerful aura. "The only knowledge a ninja can possess is the knowledge that he possesses no knowledge."

"Why does every lesson have to be taught through metaphors…?" Randy groaned and clenched his fists.

Out of nowhere you, a mischievous Kitsune, jumped onto the nearby rock, your tails swishing curiously, your paws enthusiastically striking the stone.

The first ninja looked at you. "You again..." he said in a sharp, cutting voice, like a sword.