Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Where We Come From

Viva le Revelacion

At the other end of the tip of Hisako's extended blade was the little man everyone was so afraid of and hating at the same time. It would've been just so easy for the woman to flash forward with all of her speed and cut that person down. Just when the Yoruma started wondering what was the use of having that hooded dwarf alive, Yellow reached for his hood while his other hand held firmly on the handle of his sword that he wore by his side. 

Hisako was pleasantly surprised that she may have had the pleasure of killing yet another person that day, by now she had made peace with the idea that she may have only had only the boring part of traveling back with the hostage to deal with.

"Aren't you worried about your friends up there? Go on, rush to their aid, you won, didn't you?" Yellow's squeaky voice came from under the hood right as he pulled hard removing it and tossing it aside in an overly dramatic fashion that made the dark cloth linger around his face in the air for a while.

"No offense but you're a really bad fucking backstabber. I see your intentions from a mile away, the tip of my blade is all you're getting, I'll reserve my back for someone I decide to get fucked from behind by." Hisako grunted angrily still pointing her sword straight at Yellow's face from the other end of the room.

Finally, the hood hit the floor, right on top of Cony's emotionless corpse covering the poor young woman up. It wasn't that Yellow cared particularly about that yet another victim of this cruel messed up world, it was more that his garment landed there by sheer luck covering the unsanitary and slightly frightening sight of death up.

Yellow stood there looking Hisako straight in the eyes. The dwarf behind the cloak turned out to not be a dwarf at all, his short stature was not because of a disorder that the man had but instead due to his age – Yellow was just several years into his teens. His nickname must've come from the kid's golden colored hair and strange, almost purplish hue of his eyes combined with his golden locks made the kid look almost a little majestic and regal. 

He wore quite unusual clothes for a rogue, wearing a white shirt and a strange leather vest, that was not an attire of a combatant, not of a ninja anyway. He looked like an over glorified jockey.

"Well?" Yellow shrugged his arms, moving them away from his long but incredibly slim sword sheathe. Hisako blinked a couple of times in confusion.

"I'm sorry, are you expecting a fucking compliment of your looks or something? Sorry, kids aren't of my particular taste, between the categories of "fuck with" or "kill on sight" they lean more to the latter" the woman replied.

"You stupid bitch" Yellow cursed not really suiting his young age, "I can't believe someone can be so incompetent! I mean I sort of expected ninja peasants to be as dumb as a cow shit sniffer but not to recognize your own mission objective personified is beyond hogwash!" the little runt yelled back at the woman angrily.

"Oh, so you've escaped captivity and dressed like a goddamn opera villain, good for you, let's go home now" Hisako swung her swords around getting ready to sheathe them when all of a sudden Yellow leaped at her pulling his strange sword out and thrusting it right at her eye.

With a near effortless movement, the Yoruma leaned out of the way, getting a bit of a better look at the boy's sword. It was a sword possibly as long as two-thirds of his whole body but it was as thin as a needle. Hisako was almost intrigued to see just what sort of toy-sword this toothpick was but she was surprised by how quick its thrusts were and how the blade became near invisible in mid-movement making it look like quite the trouble to block or dodge properly.

"You stupid poohead!" Yellow shouted out thrusting, again and again, Hisako dodged each and every thrust without much trouble, resisting the temptation to yawn playfully somewhere in the middle. "Is it that hard to understand that there is no crime lord named "Yellow", it was me all along, me using the money of my father behind his back to hire mercenaries to intercept perfume shipments, to find me a rogue ninja band, to neigh like blasted horses when I tell them to!? I did this, it was me all along!"