The Pact with Tractor Torturer
The four ninjas walked in silence, the sound of their footsteps swallowed by the dark corridors that led to the chamber of Tractor Torturer. He was a giant of legend — feared, brutal, and impossible to ignore. They had struck a deal with him. Not good, not bad. Just… a deal. A means to an end. Something that would move their mission forward, despite the risk. Despite his terrible fame.
Among the four, there was one — a man whose thoughts rarely aligned with logic. A bit slow, often clueless, but always unpredictable. And that made him dangerous. He had a plan, one he hadn’t shared with anyone. While the others negotiated, he scanned the room and saw the massive chains embedded in the stone wall — chains meant to bind even the strongest.
A thought slithered into his mind: What if I lured Tractor Torturer near the wall? What if I chained him up? What if I ended him right here?
So he tried. He acted alone. Recklessly.
The moment came. Tractor Torturer, amused and unaware, was drawn toward the wall. The ninja moved to strike — but froze. As if his courage was nothing more than a whisper in the face of the storm.
It was then the leader stepped forward.
No hesitation.
He launched a brutal punch straight to the idiot’s face — then another, and another. It wasn’t rage. It was survival. He had to act fast, show submission, punish the fool before Tractor Torturer did something far worse.
The punches landed like thunder.
And when Tractor Torturer finally chuckled — pleased by the display — the leader stopped. Blood dripped. Silence returned.
The pact was still alive.
But trust among the ninjas?
That was starting to break.