Kaito stepped into the room. Water dripped from his kusarigama onto the tatami mats. The chain rattled once—a snake’s whisper.
He slid the door open.
Lord Oda Hidetora was waiting for him. The warlord sat in the center of the room on a crimson cushion, a cup of sake in his hand. He was old, with a shaved head and a wispy beard, but his eyes were sharp as shattered glass. Behind him, a single candle flickered. the ninja assassin
Kaito paused. The chain stopped.
They emerged from the shadows: three of them, clad in dark shinobi shozoku , their faces wrapped in crimson scarves. The leader, a hulking brute named Kuro, carried a nodachi—a greatsword no ninja should have been able to wield silently. Kaito stepped into the room
