Anything the shinobi mind can conceive...Rashir stood atop his office building and looked out over the village. So much he had to go through to get to where he was now, but he worked his way through all of his problems. He looked down to his ninja hound, Wulffrith and smiled. He was always there for Rashir when he needed to be, and vice-versa.
The two have been inseparable since they met when Rashir was young. Even when Rashir would go out on a date, his hound would have to come along. Wulffrith was not just a ninja hound or Rashir's pet, he was a second part of Rashir, an extension of himself. If someone had a problem with it, they would have to deal with it.
Rashir rubbed his hound's head and looked back out over the village. Such a peaceful place. Children that were too young for the academy were running around playing ninja, academy students studied in classrooms and practiced in the schoolyard. Restaurants were booming with business, as well as the shops around the village. All seemed as great as it could be for the time being, and Rashir was loving every minute of it
...The shinobi himself will be able to achieve
