Chapter 1
Floor-boards
Japan, Year 1580
I wait under the floor-boards.
Iâve been hidden here for over an hour, lying still as a stone.
My name is Taka. This is my first mission as a ninja and I must not fail.
I hear a door slide open and look through the crack in the floor boards. I watch as a man crosses the room; his feet pass close to my face. He wears a gold silk robe with the crest of a black eagle on his back. He carries two samurai swords on his hip. Across his right cheek is a long red scar.
Itâs Lord Oda â the samurai warrior Iâve been waiting for.
The war-lord doesnât know Iâm here. He canât see me under the floor. He sits down on his bed. In his hand, he holds a scroll of paper. He begins to read it.
âI never dreamed such things were possible,â he mutters to himself.
After a few minutes, he puts the scroll into a wooden box by his pillow. He lays his swords beside his bed, blows out the candle and goes to sleep.
Outside, a full moon has risen over the castle. Its pale light shines through a small window and onto the cruel face of Lord Oda. Lord Oda is the sworn enemy of the ninja. My task is to stop him destroying our clan.
Now is the time.
I push softly at the loose floor-board above me and climb out of my hiding place. Using my ninja stealth skills, I cross the room without a sound. In the darkness Iâm almost invisible. My black clothes and my hood turn me into a shadow. Only my eyes show.
As I draw close to the samurai lord, I see my hands are shaking.
Can I really do this?
I ask myself.
Iâve been training to be a spy and an assassin all my life. But Iâm still only fourteen. Have I learned all the skills I need for this mission? Perhaps I
should
have waited for Cho. Can I save our ninja clan all on my own?
I have to prove myself. Tonight.
Iâm now so close to Lord Oda, I can hear him breathe. As I reach out, my arm blocks the moonlight shining onto his face.
A small but fatal mistake.
Lord Odaâs eyes snap open. For a moment, we stare at each other in shock.
Then he screams, âGUARDS!â
Chapter 2
Dragonâs Gate
The Day Before â¦
Holding the silver
shuriken
in my right hand, I take aim and flick the throwing star at the target. It flashes through the air like a mini-bolt of lightning.
Iâve been practicing with this weapon every day, but even I canât believe it when the
shuriken
strikes the tree trunk dead center.
âVery impressive,â says Sensei Shima as he walks over to me in the forest. âThatâs five out of five.â
I bow to my teacher and kneel back in line with the other ninja students in the forest. A girl with long black hair smiles at me â Cho. Sheâs a year older than me, and her acrobatic skills are the best in the clan.
âWell done, you
even
beat Renzo!â she whispers, looking over at a large sixteen-yearold boy with strong arms and a shaven head.
Renzo is glaring at me. He never comes second and he doesnât like it.
âIt doesnât count,â he grunts.
âWhy not?â I protest.
âYouâre not a real ninja. You havenât gone on a mission yet.â
Renzo loves to tell me this fact, and all my joy at mastering the Five Blades
shuriken
throw vanishes.
âYouâre just jealous,â says Cho.
âTaka was lucky, thatâs all,â snorts Renzo. âThe
real
test is if he can do it under the pressure of a mission.â
Sensei Shima claps for attention. âTime for unarmed combat practice,â he calls. âFind a partner.â
I look to Cho, but Renzoâs already at my side, towering over me.
âI pick
you
,â he snarls.
Before I can react, he grabs me by both arms. I try to shake off his grip, but heâs too strong. Renzo throws me to the ground. I fight to get back up, but he drops on top of me and pins my arm down with his knee. I groan in pain as he presses with all his
Floor-boards
Japan, Year 1580
I wait under the floor-boards.
Iâve been hidden here for over an hour, lying still as a stone.
My name is Taka. This is my first mission as a ninja and I must not fail.
I hear a door slide open and look through the crack in the floor boards. I watch as a man crosses the room; his feet pass close to my face. He wears a gold silk robe with the crest of a black eagle on his back. He carries two samurai swords on his hip. Across his right cheek is a long red scar.
Itâs Lord Oda â the samurai warrior Iâve been waiting for.
The war-lord doesnât know Iâm here. He canât see me under the floor. He sits down on his bed. In his hand, he holds a scroll of paper. He begins to read it.
âI never dreamed such things were possible,â he mutters to himself.
After a few minutes, he puts the scroll into a wooden box by his pillow. He lays his swords beside his bed, blows out the candle and goes to sleep.
Outside, a full moon has risen over the castle. Its pale light shines through a small window and onto the cruel face of Lord Oda. Lord Oda is the sworn enemy of the ninja. My task is to stop him destroying our clan.
Now is the time.
I push softly at the loose floor-board above me and climb out of my hiding place. Using my ninja stealth skills, I cross the room without a sound. In the darkness Iâm almost invisible. My black clothes and my hood turn me into a shadow. Only my eyes show.
As I draw close to the samurai lord, I see my hands are shaking.
Can I really do this?
I ask myself.
Iâve been training to be a spy and an assassin all my life. But Iâm still only fourteen. Have I learned all the skills I need for this mission? Perhaps I
should
have waited for Cho. Can I save our ninja clan all on my own?
I have to prove myself. Tonight.
Iâm now so close to Lord Oda, I can hear him breathe. As I reach out, my arm blocks the moonlight shining onto his face.
A small but fatal mistake.
Lord Odaâs eyes snap open. For a moment, we stare at each other in shock.
Then he screams, âGUARDS!â
Chapter 2
Dragonâs Gate
The Day Before â¦
Holding the silver
shuriken
in my right hand, I take aim and flick the throwing star at the target. It flashes through the air like a mini-bolt of lightning.
Iâve been practicing with this weapon every day, but even I canât believe it when the
shuriken
strikes the tree trunk dead center.
âVery impressive,â says Sensei Shima as he walks over to me in the forest. âThatâs five out of five.â
I bow to my teacher and kneel back in line with the other ninja students in the forest. A girl with long black hair smiles at me â Cho. Sheâs a year older than me, and her acrobatic skills are the best in the clan.
âWell done, you
even
beat Renzo!â she whispers, looking over at a large sixteen-yearold boy with strong arms and a shaven head.
Renzo is glaring at me. He never comes second and he doesnât like it.
âIt doesnât count,â he grunts.
âWhy not?â I protest.
âYouâre not a real ninja. You havenât gone on a mission yet.â
Renzo loves to tell me this fact, and all my joy at mastering the Five Blades
shuriken
throw vanishes.
âYouâre just jealous,â says Cho.
âTaka was lucky, thatâs all,â snorts Renzo. âThe
real
test is if he can do it under the pressure of a mission.â
Sensei Shima claps for attention. âTime for unarmed combat practice,â he calls. âFind a partner.â
I look to Cho, but Renzoâs already at my side, towering over me.
âI pick
you
,â he snarls.
Before I can react, he grabs me by both arms. I try to shake off his grip, but heâs too strong. Renzo throws me to the ground. I fight to get back up, but he drops on top of me and pins my arm down with his knee. I groan in pain as he presses with all his
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