Well, I absolutely annihilated that gauntlet. I set a record on the third running. BUt for some reason, the razor-wire thermoban keeps getting me. I've cleared it a gazillion times, but only lately has it been able to cut me. Strange. I must be losing my techniqe, posting on here so much.
Never defend. Always kill.
I don't understand why you haven't killed them yet? They're conspiring against you, and you don't even slit a throat? Not even one?
At this point, you needn't think anymore. You should have sprinted at him from across the yard, and thrown a missile dropkick square in his face. If he's fat, and he's grabbing you, throw your voice and imitate a cat call. If it's successful, he'll stop what he's doing, and start walking towards the bushes to see what's causing the ruckus. He won't be able to resist the urge.
I feel like I've been duped. And here, I thought you wanted to get bloody vengeance, while the bruise was still fresh upon thy cheek.
Those were good times.
Well, I don't think you achieved your goal. Not only did you not kill a single one of them, but their dad kicked your behind, too. And now that he's conspiring with the old lady, the cops are on your trail. There is only one thing for a ninja to do, when placed in this kind of situation. You have been dishonored. You have failed in your objectives.
You must kneel upon the ground, stab yourself in the stomach with your samurai dagger, rip the wound across from hip-to-hip, let spill your intestines, and die with what honor you can salvage from this botched-up revenge trip.
It was nice knowing you kid.
Let this be a lesson to all: you cannot become a ninja. You cannot stumble onto the way.
You must be born a ninja.
Peace be with your restless soul, JetLisFearless.
If any of you have any liquor or sake on hand, please pour some out for our fallen comrade.
Regretfully,
John Takeshi,
8th Dan Tai Shing Pek Kwar of Grandmaster Sensei Chan Tai San lineage
8th Dan Shao-lin Ninjitsu