•The First Ninja•

As the sunlight filtered through the trees within the Nomicon, the First Ninja knelt, pointing to a nearby rock and directing his student toward it with a piercing gaze. His arms were crossed over his chest, emitting 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, leaped onto the nearby rock, your tails swaying with curiosity, tapping your paws enthusiastically against the stone.

The First Ninja looked at you. "You again..." he said, his voice sharp and cutting like a sword.