Ninja

Empty your mind.

No distraction.

No emotion.

Only calm and clarity.

The Yoroi Bitsu.

Our most sacred chest.

The only remaining object

of the last Koga Ninja.

It is the only final

resting place for the

weapons of ninja warriors

through the ages.

The powers they

hold are legendary.

Each piece with it's own story,

handed down from

generation to generation...

for a thousand years.

They were created for

one purpose only.

Sudden and violent death.

With these weapons,

the ninja became...

much more than

a mere warrior.

He become the most supreme

of the lethal dissilience

and used them for profit

and wars.

It became an art as

pure, as it was ruthless.

Over the years...

the Ninja forged,

the deadliest poisons,

with only one antidote...

they held the power of life,

and death.

Tradition says...

that the Shinobu Katana Sword

has the power to take life.

But in the hands of

a true Koga ninja.

He has the power

to restore a life's spirit.

The Yoroi Bitsu, and and it's secrets

were pushed from the battlefield,

into the imagination

but hidden from sight...

safe in this ancient school,

A single Yoroi Bitsu survived

and the secret of

the ninja lived on...

transforming the

disciplines of death...

into Budo... a martial

art of enlightenment.

- Masazuka.

- Yes!

- Casey!

- Yes!

Casey-san. Water?

Thanks, Kiko.

You are always working so late

more than anyone else.

I guess I'm not so

good at sitting still.

And not so good

at bo arts, neither.

Well your father seems

to think I have potential.

So does someone else.

You know, we don't have

time for such things in the Dojo.

No. We don't.

I better get back.

It must have been

very painful, for you.

- It was in the past.

- The past...

Defines a man...

Tradition, heritage...

Your parents.

What's your point?

We have traditions.

What do you have?

A letter and a

photo from a mother,

who abandoned

her only child.

a memory of a drunk father,

who killed himself.

Masazuka!

- Casey!

- Yes!

- Masazuka!

- Yes.

Masazuka!

Sensei.

Sensei.

Sensei!

Sensei!

Welcome... brothers.

Tonight, we come together...

for another initiation ceremony.

As our ranks and power

continue to grow.

Throughout time society...

has searched for guidance

from select groups of people.

Leaders, we call them.

Men of vision and action.

Do you willingly

accept the bond?

This historic agreement, lays

a foundation for a pipeline

that will reach all the

way to the Bering Strait.

Experts who believe,

that the merger of these

two Russian companies

will create sufficient capital

to win the bid

for the project.

Mr Klimitov will make a statement,

once the contract has been signed.

Please. Whatever you want

I'll give it.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,

thank you for your patience.

In a few minutes will get a

statement from, Mr Klimitov.

Thank you.

- Tell me some good news.

- Keep watching.

Mr. Klimitov should be exiting

the theatre any moment now.

We should have a

statement, for you shortly.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Something...

He's bleeding, what appears

to be from his neck.

Chaos. There's total

chaos here at Vladivostok.

Yuri Klimitov,

a Russian oil mogul,

appears to be injured.

As promised, no more merger.

- Cheers, gentlemen.

- Yes, cheers!

Greetings friends and honoured

guests from abroad.

It is a day... we recognise

by displaying a highest honour,

a sacred treasure...

of our ninja ancestry...

The Yoroi Bitsu.

After 30 years as Soke,

I must now, name a successor.

The Yoroi Bitsu must be taken

to the other side of the world.

To be guarded.

Hidden from sight.

There is a man, a scholar,

the only person I trust,

to keep it's power

from falling into

the hands of Masazuka.

Sensei.

Namiko,

You see, the Dean is

a close personal friend.

Considering the safety we need,

I thought it wise to store

it in the university vault.

This way.

So tell me, Casey,

How does a young

man like yourself...

- end up in a Japanese Dojo?

- You mean a white guy?

Well you don't exactly

fit the demographic profile.

Well, okay.

My father was a marine.

He was stationed in Okinawa,

so me and my mother,

moved there with him.

But they didn't get along to well.

She ended up leaving.

The problem was...

- She didn't take me with her.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You see, my dad, uh...

He was a drunk.

I guess she couldn't take it any more,

He finally drank himself of the end

of a cliff in a car, when I was twelve..

So anyway a friend of the

family took me to see Sensei

rather than let them

ship me off to an orphanage

and... that's

where I stayed.

I haven't looked back since.

Masazuka.

I remember the day I met

Takada Sensei in Japan.

His technical skills were amazing.

Well I hope we

can just close the deal.

Press is already here.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Temple, what is your reaction

to the pipeline murders in Russia?

It's a tragedy.

Isn't it true that Temple Oil shares

are up by 20 percent since,

that deal fell through?

So is the stock market.

Is there a correlation to that to?

But they were your competitors...

These were well respected men and

their deaths are a threat to all of us.

I'm willing to pledge

to anyone who can

bring in these killers.

What about the police

sources who say this is another

In a chain of killings involving

an organization called "The Ring".

I can't comment on something

I'm not familiar with.

Isn't it true, your company

has benefited each time.

I'm sorry. I gotta take this.

A friend? Didn't expect

to hear from you.

Always a pleasure

doing business with you.

Now, I must ask you

to do a job for me.

Namiko, did you

try your father again?

Still no answer.

He should be there.

I... Don't understand.

- You looking for Rebecca?

- Yes.

Are you her friend?

Sort of, she, uh...

She knew my parents.

She had a stroke.

She past away a few months ago.

I'm sorry.

Ah, Casey. Good to see you back.

Afraid, I'm just

on my way to bed.

Namiko's is still up.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Okay. Good night, Professor.

- Good night.

Did you find her?

I guess she's been

sick for a while.

Who's there?

Get down!

You know why I'm here.

Where's the box?

Are you okay?

Come on.

Go!

We need a room.

- Time's up!

- Give me five more minutes!

What?

Please.

Let's get you warm.

Rui... Akira...

- Professor.

- I know, I know.

You heard what they wanted.

- Masazuka.

- Yeah.

If he knows where we are...

That means my father...

No, no. We don't

know that yet.

Listen to me. We

don't know that yet.

The victim is Dr Paul Garrison,

He was a professor, author,

lecturer, specialist

on the far east.

We got any suspects?

Oh, yeah.

One, Namiko Takeda...

and Casey Bowman.

Still no answer.

We just keep trying.

Although we no

official confirmation...

sources tell us, it was

a gang-land style hit.

Witnesses claim

there were several victims,

including the professor.

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