Outside Miyajima


The Corporation Without Names is in fact named as such. It is a far more eloquent name in Japanese. It has bank accounts, assets, employees, and a board of directors. Because of this I had obtained information about it. They are dangerous, and being their captive is a serious risk to one's health and well-being. I had no idea why they would want me strapped to a bench in the back of a truck.

I opened my eyes and found the Ninja staring directly through me.

“Who instructs you?”

“Instructs me?” I repeated the end of his question.

“Who orchestrates your killings?” The Ninja spoke calmly, clearly unperturbed.

“I do.”

“For what purposes?”

“My own edification.”

“Why edify yourself in death?”

“Why not?”

The Ninja raised his eyebrows slightly, stating: “I do not believe you.”

I pretended to lapse back into unconsciousness. Perhaps fifteen minutes later jarring bumps forced me to raise my head.

“I find many of your styles inappropriate”, the Ninja told me.

“They are most appropriate for my desires. You kill without feeling?”

“Of course.”

I knew the Ninja would answer no differently.


SMR 99.11.22