Ninja have quietly infiltrated the Opera House. Just before intermission, when the Soprano hits the high C at the end of her aria, they will make their presence known. A half dozen crawl around the rafters, high above a full house of unsuspecting aristocrats. Another five have taken down the mezzanine-level ushers and have sealed off the exits. Two stand outside the emperor’s box seat, in the shadow of the coat closet where no one can see them. The Soprano has entered the stage.
Back at the temple, Sorakawa is peeling potatoes, wishing he had last night to do over again.
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Title by: Aipla Ja Rise
Story by: Nick
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