Sorry it's like you guys leave this and should've anticipated a response.
You've all in the ninja sect grown timid and weak behind the
fashion of the wheel.
Apparently you don't pay much attention other than
the retrospective.
But I'll bay you all an adieu and waver the terms of
surrender.
Twice now I've surpassed each one of you in the ranks
of honing ones' ninjutsu. And while I can't enjoy the same brethern
nay fellowship each one of you flocked in a multi-hyder combat
situation, I've trained hard and dedicated to the process
of making the most of the class.
If you were all to regroup and regather,
perhaps prove that an older ninja might be better
than the newer gooey ones.
The association is labled The Order of the Deceased Dragoon.
I go by the name of Atanih.
I've already started the gathering process, but not just ninjas.
I've decided to side with another similarity known as monks.
Their nowhere near the grounds of equal to a ninja, perhaps more, but they've been the better part of my friendships in bearing the burden
of keeping on.
Sorry I don't have alot of good things to say about the ninjas of prior,
I remember all your finger accounts of logs with you gathered leaping
and slaming your foot on an oopenents head.
They just didn't add up for me,
after all you've all resurged and met me atleast once,
the only one considered enough to train me was the late Lucia of the flock.
If you really miss it that bad,
regather, and recooperate. I'll be waiting, perhaps not so patiently.
Much love, sister. <3