For three years, the world believed the Iga were extinct, burned out of their mountain stronghold by the rival Koga clan. But Kaito had survived the fire. He had crawled from the ashes clutching his mother’s tanto blade, his ears still ringing with the screams of his sensei. The Koga had made one fatal error: they had left a child alive.
The first Koga attacked—a spinning kick aimed at Kaito’s skull. Kaito flowed under it like water, driving the spike of his kusarigama into the man’s femoral artery. The second came low, a tanto thrust to the kidneys. Kaito twisted, caught the man’s wrist, and redirected the blade into the third Koga’s chest. In the space of a heartbeat, two were dead, and the third was screaming. the ninja assassin
He leaned close. His breath smelled of iron and rain. For three years, the world believed the Iga