Life is full of difficulty and peril.
This very moment, I feel as if I am battling a horde of ninjas in my mind even more deadly then the ones falling by my blade, because alas, even though I can end ninjas without even a bead of sweat, I could not stop my wife from leaving me.
She could not handle the fact that destroying ninjas is not a 9-5 job. She could never understand why the ninjas needed to die. I tried to explain. It's because they're ninjas, after all, and that's what they do. But she left.
It's all for the best, I suppose, but that does not stop the throwing stars of anguish from piercing my very soul. It is for the best, this my training has taught me, because had the ninjas ever discovered her, even I would not be able to protect her from those demons of the shadows. Even my precious azaleas are gone now, dead at the hands of my stealthy foes.
I do not feel like going on, but I know that I must, else those devils take over this land, and once finished, this world. Ninjas stop for no man's pain. I press on, holding tightly to the hope that the swinging of my blade shall someday stay the hurt, as it has so many ninjas. Thank you for listening, but I must now tend to the ninjas that surround me.
I will now tend to the evil, so that you may tend to that which you love.
