The steaming bowl of udon left nothing to be desired , its robust flavors and lingering aromas of ancient spices gave Falcon a sense of calm and awareness that seemed misplaced in the busy yet narrow restaurant in Hong-Kong . News of widespread panic had been reaching the ears of the Paper Ronin for the last several days as if the world was coming to an end ,and it some cases it was. Century old clans and their elders were being harvested and ripped of their Chi by a clandestine organization of some sort,Falcon was unsure of the exact details but after all that was why he was here,waiting to meet with an informant of his.
Soon the man he had been waiting for arrived and bowed to the still sitting Falcon,who had immersed himself in his bowl of ramen as he contemplated the journey to come ahead. "Greetings Paper Ronin,I apologize for my tardiness but it seems that I've been followed here,they already know who you are and wish to collect you.." The man seemed distraught but calm,his words trying to signal Falcon of the impending danger but his next breath was cut short as an arrow burst through the back of his skull and out of his right eye socket. Immediately the bystanders fled in complete silence as if they knew who had come,Falcon could see the fear that sewed their mouths shut. A letter was crumbled in the mans lifeless hands and The Parchment Ninja slowly folded it and tucked it away,he was more interested in finishing his udon,and whoever it was that ruined his appointment.
"You desire what you cannot have Keijijo...Therefore,your life must end. " The Paper Ronin slowly sat down his finished bowl of broth, covered his skull faced mask of tradition with the shroud of his legendary garments and stood up to face the assailants that had their sights aimed from the opposite end of the narrow hole in a wall restaurant. He recognized the stance and threads of the Keijijo clan instantly ,and cursed Impero in his head as he launched an offensive against the men with the chopsticks he ate with. The Paper Ronin had been charging them with his Trigram Chi since the waiter first served it to him,attempting to store his explosive powers in small objects and finely control it so that it's stable until release. With deadly precision the chopsticks were lodged into the two assassins eyes ,fuming with his trigram chi, their heads exploding in a matter of seconds with the shockwave of the explosion ruining the entire store front. Paper Ronin lifted a sack of gold from his waist,its worth equal to a small fortune and placed it at the table as he walked out reading the letter his informant didn't have a chance to hand him. His eyes lighting up with a sense of adventure and excitement about using his brand new techniques.
"Impero,I'm coming .."
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