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Fire. All the man could see was fire, his village set ablaze. In the middle of his training, so-called "Demons" were laying waste to the village, their bows arched back, what appeared to be hellfire raining down from the skies and landing down on everything.
Sure they were well trained, but they couldn't handle these things. The highest ranking members could take a few out, maybe two or three, but were overwhelmed with pressure like no other force could create.
The teen had tried searching for his master, surely, he could know what to do in a scenario like this, right? No way was being locked and hidden in a cellar with a bunch of children the right course of action!
"Master!" He cried out, running towards the old man, the bodies of multiple demons laid around him. He was a man of focus, caring not of the people or the village but on the fight, but, hearing his beloved pupil behind him had made the man turn around. He thought he died before he could get to safety.
A loud yell cried out from the elder, his back slashed open the second he turned around, "Master!" He cried out, this time panicked. The demons picked apart at his corpse, taking his bones as a form of a messed up 'souvenir' of the raid.
The teen fell down, crawling backwards as one approached, a step taken forward for each time he crawled back. "Forgive me..." He whispered, accepting his fate as the demon raised his oversized cleaver of a sword.
He opened his eyes, a man not of the clan had appeared, slamming his fist into the demon's cheek. "Buster..." He extended his arm out with his fist clenched, "Wolf!" The demon shot into flames through a technique the teen wasn't aware of.
The teen locked eyes with the man, looking over his appearance. A teal hawaiian shirt, gray shorts...a Tengu mask too. He cowarded back in fear, thinking the man was another demon in the moment.
And the man sensed this, taking the mask off and throwing it in the teen's direction.
"And then what happened?" The younger ninja asked, the old master looked directly into his eyes, smacking his dried lips. "I survived the onslaught. The children and I were the only ones who lived." He tilted his head down.
"Truth being...the art of true Ninjitsu is lost to time. I had only learned the basics when we were attacked, I developed my own methods with time, of course." - "And that included...?" - "That move the man used, yes. Channel your ki into the power of flame. I'd teach you, but I doubt I could survive using it in my old age."
The ninja thought long about this statement, he'd been trained since birth to inherit the clan, to inherit the power of the Grandmaster. And the current couldn't even teach him?
"If you truly wish to learn such a move, then you must seek the man out yourself." He nodded, fist clenched with determination, "Rise, be warned. I doubt in the decades passed that he may be alive, he would be so much older than me."