Where there is light, there are shadows.
In countless shadows there are unacknowledged
makers of all history -- the kunoichi, the ninja.
People must never know of them.
What is born in darkness dies there.
Such, is the fate of the kunoichi.
She who bears the title bears the girth of man
inside her lotus.
This is the kunoichi's sacred duty.
No slip of sheepgut may adorn his girth.
She takes it, as it is, naturally.
To bear the fruit of the womb.
To be ripe with an engorged seed.
So too is this her duty,
the cleansing of her innards.
Someone screams in the darkness.
