An hour of your life

“…and then he left! Without saying a siiiiiiingle word to anyone. Not even his own daughter! Our most skilled students are still unable to track him down. As expected of the world’s greatest ninja!” Cheerfully, Janine ends her hour-long story detailing the many great deeds of her father. And perhaps one not-so-great deed.

You get the gist of things, though. Janine’s father, Koga, used to act both as the instructor of the Ninja Academy, and the leader of the Fuchsia City Gym, both of which were run in this mansion. One day he abandoned those responsibilities, and with Japanese culture emphasizing bloodlines quite heavily, Janine was put in charge of both.

“Okay, so I get that Koga is a great ninja and all,” you start, “but what about you? If you’re filling such a talented ninja’s role then you must be pretty awesome yourself, right?”

The room erupts in laughter, prompting a look of rage from the purple-haired ninja. Only after the uproar dies down does she answer. “N-Not exactly. I actually had no training until my father left and I had to take over.”

“She’s garbage,” one of the ninjas adds, incurring a glare from Janine.

“However, I’m training intensely to make up for lost time. I have Koga’s blood in me, so I’m certain I’ll turn out to be a splendid kunoichi!” She follows her declaration with a pump of her fist in the air. “So, do you wanna battle or what?”