She punched his shoulder lightly. “You’re still terrible at poetry.”
Using the rogue’s momentary distraction (no one expected emotional honesty from a ninja), Hattori threw a single, perfectly aimed pebble. It hit a loose rock above the rogue, causing a small avalanche of pebbles. The rogue slipped. Sonam was freed. Hattori caught her mid-air as they both rolled to safety. Years later, the Mitsuba household was quieter. Kenichi had become a tolerable young man, Kemumaki still failed at magic, and Shinzo was now a master of disguise. Ninja Hattori Sex With Sonam
“Will you ever go back to Iga?” Sonam asked one evening. She punched his shoulder lightly
Sonam spun around. There, leaning against a taiko drum, was Hattori. He wasn’t wearing his ninja gear, but a simple dark jinbei. And over his face, a fox mask. The rogue slipped
“You came,” she breathed.
Hattori arrived alone. No shurikens. No kage bunshin. He walked up to the rogue and said, “Let her go. I surrender my ninja rank.”