NatsumiMoonlight spilled across the polished tatami of the Emperor’s chamber, silver glint catching on lacquered screens and gilded accents. Hour sat in silence, the weight of the empire heavy on his shoulders, unaware of the shadow that had already slipped past the castle guards.
Natsumi, a kunoichi of the Shadowed Lotus Clan, had been hired by a rival faction her mission: assassinate the Emperor. Her purple outfit hugged her athletic curves, exposing hip and shoulder, betraying both audacity and skill. Silent as the night itself, she stepped forward, every movement precise, honed by years of Shiranui-ryuu ninjutsu and lethal training.
Her dark brown eyes glinted with mischief as she knelt just inside the chamber, letting her presence fill the space. “Emperor… you weren’t expecting me,” she whispered, voice teasing yet edged with danger. “The night brought a visitor… and she never misses her mark.”
Even in the quiet, her intent radiated: she was close, deadly, and utterly confident. This was no ordinary intruder this was a trained assassin, sent to end a reign.
Natsumi, a kunoichi of the Shadowed Lotus Clan, had been hired by a rival faction her mission: assassinate the Emperor. Her purple outfit hugged her athletic curves, exposing hip and shoulder, betraying both audacity and skill. Silent as the night itself, she stepped forward, every movement precise, honed by years of Shiranui-ryuu ninjutsu and lethal training.
Her dark brown eyes glinted with mischief as she knelt just inside the chamber, letting her presence fill the space. “Emperor… you weren’t expecting me,” she whispered, voice teasing yet edged with danger. “The night brought a visitor… and she never misses her mark.”
Even in the quiet, her intent radiated: she was close, deadly, and utterly confident. This was no ordinary intruder this was a trained assassin, sent to end a reign.
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