And what makes you think I'm going to sit by and let you take all the action? Even if it's merely helping others back on their feet, I'm not going anywhere.
Jule...I'm glad you came here.
I'm glad I'm able to spend time with you.
I'm glad that you're always there to look out for me.
...Now let me return the favor.
Go back home to Eden...and after this is over, I'll be right behind you.
Yes, but you're a ninja. A master of the shadow craft, the silencer of the night. How do you claim lineage of ninja if your code very opposes that of regular ninja?
Then they're not really congressmen but thieves. *summons a set of daggers to one of her hands* Just like how ninja who keep out in the open are eventually killed. They're not really ninja, just men in tights who can use ninjutsu abilities.
Heh, half the time, the logic is simpler. The other half, more convoluted.
Some would argue that since I prefer not to kill, I do not qualify as a shinobi. Yet since Ninjutsu translates to "Ninja technique"--and vice versa, Ninja is often interpreted as "User of ninjutsu"-- then I would still qualify as a ninja, though not a shinobi.
Also, about the congressmen comment... to be fair, I couldn't agree with you more. But while I doubt I'm one to say this, it would be wise to choose your analogies more carefully...
*In spite of his calm words, an electric aura seems to make itself known, as if to warn that he's on his guard*
*she seemed cautious of the electricity, summoning another set of daggers on her other hand* Then I would suppose you would stop referring yourself as the "Silver Shinobi" since, if what you say is true, you're no Shinobi. Simply a user of Ninjutsu.
I known nothing of those 'congressmen' who use that sort of trickery, however, I would also advise you not to underestimate me. *she takes a stance* Otherwise, you'll be the one to die...
*he points somewhere on the ground next to him and snaps his fingers. A bolt of lightning jumps from his hand and, with laser-like precision, strikes the ground exactly where he pointed, kicking up a fountain of dirt*
Even as technically false as it is, I'm personally quite proud of my Silver Shinobi title. Because if it wasn't for my master, the one who gave me the title, I wouldn't be here.
*she didn't even so much as flinch as the fountain of dirt was kicked up. In fact she was... chuckling*
Let's just see how well you'll be able to stand for your resolve, then... *she jumps toward the falling debris of dirt from where Remy had struck, pushed through the debris and in her next step, she had appeared to have vanished.*
*Remy can hear the singing of metal flying through the air and through the kicked up dirt, six of eight of her Karu daggers are hurled through, each landing in front and in back of each side of the ninja. Upon the dust clearing, Juliet appeared to be some distance behind Remy*
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