Adam pulled up a chair in his bedroom next to his desk carefully taking out a pen and a notebook. He began writing in carefully pracicted Kanji. Feeling it more appropriate for the document.

These writings, [it ran] are ment for two reasons. The first is to allow me to make sense of what i've chosen to devote myself to doing. The second is for those who come after me. So they know the chronicals of the last shinobi. So that like the samurai the ninja will perish not with a silent whimper. Although it wont be with a roar exactly either as our counterparts.
Shortly after the battle with lady shiva, where my own weakness became glaringly obvious grandfather payed for me to leave america for a bit and train in both Japan and Brazil. It appears he knows a director of the Kodakan as well as the famed Rickson Gracie. It was a good thing that the school year was coming to a close. (or at least if i recall it was when i dropped off this site...sry again)
I spent a good portion of time Training in Brazil....i quickly improved my grappling. An area i dont get the chance to practice often. after all when your fighting half a dozen armed thugs the ground isnt a place you want to end up. Soon enough though it was time to leave and when showed up in japan found a hotel, i was to meet grandpa then, in any case i decided to wander off from there one day and found myself far outside the city limits...the speed and stamina of the ninja. I had felt like a good run. And thats when i met...him.
He called himself Genji. He was truely a warrior. I rarely feel a shiver of fear. But looking at this man..he almost seemed to exude power. An aura...my grandfather once told me about 'feeling the fighting spirit of another' i believe thats what i did. and his terrified me. I felt as though if i were to misstep myself even once...i would be killed instantly. As i found...it wasnt far from the truth. He seemed to tell that was a martial artist myself. And he challanged me. I was to afraid to refuse this challange.
I was defeated soundly. I lay bruised on the ground looking up at him. 'you have to many ties to the world' he said simply. 'what is it? a woman? a child? until you have nothing to lose you will never be truely free and fight without restraint as me.'
It was a strange relationship from then. He told me he would help me reach my full potential, and i wanted to become stronger so i accepted. After my rounds at Kodakan i would meet him in the middle of the night for more training. Or torture...i honestly cant tell which it was. He seemed to like the idea of training through 'sparring' but he didnt fight like grandfather. He held back only enough to prevent from killing me.
Another thing he had no problem doing. 'A warrior kills another warrior. I have dont nothing wrong when i do these things. They accept my challange and i fight, and i kill them. You i am keeping alive...i see in you a potential that i will help you reach. i desire the ultimate battle.' His lectures were short and to the point. but he made one thing clear. to truely be a warrior you must be willing to destroy your adversary.'
I trained with him...but im not sure if i can follow those doctrines. I've always been taught to use the art to protect life. But...at least im stronger now then when i left. New York had better be ready for an all new shinobi.


Adam looked at his writing and smiles lightly. Perhaps one day he'd have an audience for this. But for now...he liked the idea of keeping track of what his duties had brought him...and taken from him. Glancing at his clock he decided it was time to sleep. And so with jetlag overcoming him from his return he went into his bed and slept.