He realized then that being a "ninja" was a job, but being unseen was a choice.
Hanzo looked at his bright red new cloak, bought with tavern winnings, and grinned. "I’m something better. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding." He realized then that being a "ninja" was
As the sun rose, a young girl approached him. She was carrying a flyer for a quest to slay a Necromancer in the Whispering Woods—a job Alaric’s party had already refused because it was "too messy" and "bad for their image." "Are you a hero?" she asked. I’m a ninja who’s done hiding
"I want your loudest drink," Hanzo announced, slamming a pouch of gold on the bar. "And I want everyone to know I’m here." "And I want everyone to know I’m here
"A ninja," the Hero, Alaric, had sneered, buffing his golden breastplate. "In a party of legends? You’re a shadow in a world that needs light. You’re quiet, you’re efficient—and you’re boring. We need flair . We need someone who makes the crowd cheer, not someone who finishes the job before the crowd even arrives."
