It was a late night in Detroit. Zumori left the Hq and was on his way home. Thinking about the events that took place. It started to make think about everything and everyone that has crossed his path. He remembered his old friend Drom who got him into the business. Also remembering the Gato's who helped him get on his feet. Then being remind of his old leader Mac. He had befriended him when we was afraid to talk to others. Everything was hitting this young ninja hard. He was taught not to feel these emotions but can't help not to. He felt lost when Mac died but Pedro took him. As he walked on he couldn't help but to climb up a building and just sit up top. Looking around watching some thugs snag an old ladies purse and some tough guys knocking over the post office. He took his blade from his back and began to swing it slowly. Looking out at Detroit seeing his home and family, the blade moves faster. He slammed the blade into the rooftop and knelt with the blade.

"Detroit!" he shouted "I promise to try and not let another brother or sister fall." slowly stands up. Taking the blade from the ground and placing back into its sheath he sat at the ledge of the rooftop staring out at Detroit...