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âWhat beats a ninja?â I asked after Jimmy and Isaac leaped out at me from a pair of lockers, pelted me with fake darts, and scurried away.
âNothing I can think of,â Kyle said. âExcept maybe a superhero. Why?â
âI donât know. It would just be nice to see all of them whacked back into the real world, so they stop acting like ninjas.â
âWonât happen,â Kyle said. âNot now that theyâre taking lessons.â
âI know, but it would be nice. Doesnât it bother you that theyâre stealing your culture?â I figured, being Japanese, Kyle would have a special attachment to ninjas.
âMy culture? I was born in Grand Rapids, just like my dad.â
âBut your grandfather came here from Japan. Right?â
âRight. But even way back when he was a kid, there was no sign of ninjas. At least, not real ones.â
The ninjas might have vanished ages ago, but the ninja weenies were far from gone. And they were learning some dangerous things. I guess even fake ninjas can do damage. Two weeks later, I saw Jimmy putting Dale Wertner in some kind of headlock behind the school. It looked like it hurt.
âStop that!â I said.
âNinjas do not take orders,â Jimmy said. He let go of Dale and leaped toward me. I put my hands up to protect myself. Jimmy grabbed my arm and put me in a wristlock.
âOuch! Let me go!â
âPledge your allegiance to the Black Mask Clan of Master OâRourke,â he said.
âKnock it off.â
He twisted harder. âPledge!â
âOkayâyou have my allegiance.â
Jimmy loosened his grip. But then he bore down again. âAnd invite me to your party.â
Oh, man. How did he know about that? Iâd been real quiet about the invitations. I had plenty of friends at school, but there were some kids I just didnât want to hang out with. So Iâd emailed the invitations. I guess kids at school were talking about the party because it was just a day away.
Jimmy twisted harder.
âOkayâyouâre invited.â
He let go and dashed off.
I told Kyle the sad details on the way home from school.
âThe last thing you want is Jimmy at your party.â
âI know. Heâll ruin it. And heâll bring all his friends.â I didnât see any easy way out.
âMaybe you can talk to that ninjutsu guy,â Kyle said. âHe canât possibly want his students acting like this. It brings him dishonor.â
âItâs worth a try. Will you come with me?â I was nervous about going there by myself.
âSure. Iâve been kind of curious about the place.â
When we went into the ninjutsu school, there was a pale redheaded guy sitting behind a counter facing the workout area. I guess it was Master OâRourke.
âAh, new students. Excellent. Would you like to sign up for a single year or buy a lifetime membership?â
âUh, actually, I wanted to talk to you about some of your students, like Jimmy Butafesko and Isaac Swadman. Theyâre causing a lot of trouble at school.â
âWonderful!â he said. âIâve taught them well. Troublemaking is one of the seventy-five secret ninja arts I teach my students.â
I glanced over at Kyle, who shrugged. I tried again. âTheyâre going to crash my birthday party.â
âIâm so proud of them,â he said. âCrashing is another of the seventy-five secret ninja arts that I teach. We call it infiltration. So, now that you boys know two of the secrets, would you like to sign up so you can learn the other seventy-three?â
I could see this wasnât going to do any good. Before I could leave, Kyle said, âWho taught you to be a ninja?â
âI taught myself,â the man said. âI have a natural gift for martial arts. Iâve read a lot of books and watched all the best ninja movies.â
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