The Last Real Ninja
Subscriber-only side-stories, expanding the Xoloverse
He could squat forever.
The cold night climbed on his shoulders. He stayed in position, behind an E-Class boulder.
He breathed in the cool air: it passed through the filters in his throat and stayed cold.
Many many similar breaths he had taken. This one… he sort of liked for some reason.
This was logged.
In the blackness, his green-light consciousness slid u…