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“So what’s this about?” Leon asked offhandedly as he teetered on the edge of the building, balancing with his katanas and looking out at the dark and gloomy city that this New York was. It was nothing but dark buildings and quiet, boring streets. Nothing like the adventure-filled streets of his New York. So far the only interesting thing that has happened to them was getting captured by this world’s Foot Clan and meeting the somehow-alive Karai, and even so they weren’t like the magical, demon-Shredder praising their Foot Clan was. Although the lack of said demon-Shredder was nice.
He turned to see Karai smirking besides him, pulling out a pair of binoculars and throwing it to him. Leon fumbled as he quickly sheathed his katanas and grabbed the binoculars mid-air. He stumbled and probably would’ve fallen off the building, had it not been for Karai grabbing his glove and pulling him to her side.
“That.” She said, and pointed to a building with a single lit window. Leon tilted his head in confusion and raised the binoculars to his eyes, zooming in on the case in the window, containing a sword.
“Woah, that’s a sick sword.” He said, admiring the sharpness of the blade. Inexperienced leader or not, he could appreciate a nice katana when he saw one.
“That katana belonged to Miyamoto Usashi, one of the greatest swordsman in the history of Japan.” Karai said, “Years ago, the millionaire owner of that building bought it off from the Imperial Royals. It’s ancient, and it’s priceless.” She lowered the binoculars, smirking as Leon looked absolutely flabbergasted, eyes wide, “You’re telling me one of the most famous swords in Japanese history is just sitting there?!”
“I know, right?” Karai looked at it, “You would think it’d be in museum somewhere at least.”
Leon raised the binoculars, “And I barely see any security! Just some basic cameras in the corners and possibly some light laser-detection in the doorways. Maybe the windows are bulletproof? Why is it so heavily unguarded? It’s practically begging to be stol…stolen.”
He lowered the binoculars with the revelation, looking at Karai with wide eyes, “You want to steal it?”
Karai shrugged, “I merely see it as…re-homing it to a more proper owner.”
Leon blinked, taking in as the other version of his Karai casually suggested stealing the weapon. Would Gram-Gram ever do that? No, he would think not at least. Because you know, basic stealing was wrong and all that.
Then again, usually basic stealing was from small bodegas and innocent people, not some millionaire just letting a legendary sword collect dust.
He blinked again, raising the binoculars to the katana. He could see the traps and security around the katana easily. Literally any criminal with a basic IQ of 7 could avoid those things. Any criminal could be in and out 5 minutes tops. Maybe 10 of the wiring was more complicated and the windows were hard to break. How has no one stolen this yet? It was literally just sitting there.
Just waiting for some criminal to steal it on the black market rather than some proper Japanese warrior using the katana for it’s intended purpose…
Would Gram-Gram want an honorable weapon to be collecting dust in some private collection owned by some inconsiderate millionaire rather than it being use to its full potential by a ninja of her powerful clan?
No.
He lowered the binoculars again, handing them to Karai, “It would be horrible if it was stolen by some criminals who would just sell it.”
Karai raised her brow.
Leon nodded, “And it’s awful that some prick is just letting it collect dust rather than at least training with it. Katanas aren’t collectibles, they’re weapons.”
“It could be yours you know,” Karai nonchalantly said, and once again Leon’s eyes widened at her suggestion. Karai smiled, “If everything you and your brothers have told me is true—about fighting the demon Shredder and saving the world from the Krang—than you know you deserve it more than enough. If I was your ancestor Karai, I would want you to carry an honorable weapon rather than just leaving it for some asshole to look at.”
Leon blinked, and he looked at that sword.
Like a vision in his mind, he could see himself carrying that katana. Unsheathing it. Carrying on its glorious legend of belong to great swordsmen.
He smiled at Karai, “It would be better for me to have than some rando criminal.”
“Exactly.” Karai smirked, “Want to help me steal it?”
Leon grinned, and threw an arm around her, “Why, I would be happy to lend a hand in getting that katana away from its neglectful owner.”
“Cool. Let’s do this thing.”
Karai raised her mask to cover her face, and leaped off the roof.
Leon dropped the binoculars, and without a second thought, jumped down to join his sister.