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Boy, this brings back memories...getting my first ninjitsu gi at fifteen, but not having enough money for tabi...going on our first ninja slumber party raid to Amber's house...almost escaping the neighbor's notice until his flashlight caught the white of my tube socks over the tops of the only black shoes I owned: a pair of plastic-soled penny loafers. When I yelled "Split up! We'll rendezvous at the clubhouse!" Tristan stayed, and I was the only one who ran...I can still hear the mocking laughter of Amber and her friends. It took many months for the nickname "RonDayVooooo!" to finally die, but my isolation allowed my chosen weapons--throwing star and bullwhip--to become the only friends I needed. Later that year, a few well-placed clues led to Amber and my former "best friend" being discovered by her father,and she was promptly sent to an all-girl's boarding school. A year later, I rode the "Blue Dragon". It was not at all what I or anyone could ever expect. I folded up my gi, threw my shuriken into the Meeting Tree, and hung my whip on their points, where, for all I know, they rust and swing in the lonely wind to this day. And for those versed in the Art, in the third watch of the night, the quarter moon will reveal a single kanji carved into the ancient trunk: HONOR.
There is never a bad time to not want to need something. Except now.