he Ninja, known as The Mystic Shadow Warriors, were the elite
fighting force of Ninth Century Feudal Japan. They were dedicated to the fine tuning of
their bodies into killing machines. Their attributes were many and varied; they were
masters of weapon craft, assassination, stealth and invisibility and many believed them to
be in control of the supernatural. A real master of the art of Ninjutsu could even
anticipate an opponent's moves... and thoughts.
To achieve this high level of skill all initiates had to undergo years of rigorous
training. Correct application of these skills required cunning, dexterity and total mind
control. Students of the Ninja arts drove themselves on to try to achieve the state of
self-perfection and a closeness to their god. Therefore martial arts fighting disciplines
became the highest, most honourable path to perfection. Unfortunately, some Ninja were to
abuse their powers...
The Ninja were nearly wiped out of existence during a purge in the Twelfth Century. But
now they are back and more powerful than ever... Back with a vengeance !
The struggle with the Evil Shogun, Kunitoki, had taken its toll. For many months after
regaining control over the island of Lin Fen, Armakuni, the new master of the Ninjutsu,
fell into a deep depression at the loss of his brethren. He reflected again and again upon
his struggle against Kunitoki, and always came to the same conclusion - it was only the
end of a battle, not the end of the war.
After more than a year of languishing upon Lin Fen, Armakuni was
prepared to reinstate the way of the Shadow Warrior to its former glory. With the Koga
scrolls in his possession all that Armakuni needed now were the disciples to follow his
guidance and the teachings of the ancient manuscripts.
As the word spread around the mainland that a new master had the scrolls and was about
to begin training, the men began to arrive. They were the sons of the fighting elite - the
A new order of Ninja slowly began to take shape. But this time the training was going
to be more intense than ever before. Never again would they be caught off guard and be
defeated without honour.
During a training session of the Inner Circle - the Master's elite of the elite - a
strange feeling came over the class. It was as if time had abruptly stood still, as if
they were the only people left in the world. As Armakuni rose from his meditating position
a strange pulsating light enshrouded him. Concerned with what they saw, the class tried to
rise and go to Armakuni's assistance. But they were fixed in their positions, no one could
The intensity of the light grew around Armakuni until all who
were witnessing the scene were forced to cover their eyes. When the light faded and
finally disappeared, the students leapt to their feet. What had happened? Where was the
"What is happening?" shouted Armakuni. But no one could hear him. It was as
if he was invisible and in a sound proof glass box. Why wasn't his class rushing to his
aid to help him break free? Why did he feel the sharp thorns of fear, while inside he was
as calm as the deep seas? What game were the ancients playing with him? His questions
found no answers as he slipped unwillingly into unconsciousness.
Slowly Armakuni clawed his way back through the darkness of deep sleep, back to where
he felt safe. As he forced his eyes open, he was greeted by a sight that his experiences
could not have prepared him for.
Armakuni is now standing on a hard wooden floor surrounded by strange objects that
vaguely remind him of musical instruments. Behind him is a curtain parted slightly in the
middle. As he tries to focus his eyes on his surroundings his mind is spent spinning. He
sees strange gigantic shapes, covered with mirrors, reaching to the very doorstep of the
"Where am I?" shouts Armakuni. Trying to get some control over his rushing
emotions he calls upon all of his reserves of courage. He must try to make sense of the
insanity surrounding him. Taking a moment to meditate, Armakuni suddenly experiences a
strange and chilling sensation. There is a force in this land, a force he has not felt
since the final battle with the Evil Shogun, Kunitoki.
"Could he be here? Has some cruel trick of fate brought the
two of us together once again?" thinks Armakuni. As these thoughts rush through his
mind, Armakuni begins to realize that their destinies must be forever intertwined and
whenever evil forces try to hold sway over mankind, Armakuni is the one chosen to vanquish
Armakuni's immediate concern is to explore his surroundings. He must find some means of
defending himself against the unknown dangers that lie before him. Although Armakuni was
torn from his own time with nothing more than the clothes on his back, he has total belief
in his abilities.