Diary of a Ninja Spy (An hilarious adventure for children aged 7 - 12) (Diary of a Sixth Grade Ninja Spy)

by William Thomas

  “Yes, I am part of an organization whose mission is to keep the Evil Shadow and his gang from destroying the world,” says the ninja, standing to attention.

  “The agency?” I cut in. “The Ninja Spy Agency?! Does it really exist? I heard rumors, but I thought they were just myths.”

  “Those rumors are true,” confirms the ninja. “I am from a world of espionage and action.”

  “Whoa!” I yell.

  “We keep our presence secret, and most people don’t know we exist. We are the most elite ninjas and spies on earth. It takes years of hard training and lots of dedication to join our organization,” explains Tekato.

  “So, what are you doing here? Are you going to stop the Evil Shadow?” asks Emily.

  “We have been trying to stop him for many centuries. But he is too skillful at the art of disappearing.”

  “Whoa! What? Centuries? That’s, like, a super long time.”

  Tekato stands tall. “Three hundred years ago in Japan, all the ninjas fought for a common goal. All ninjas vowed to protect our land from the dangers of a local dragon, the Magical Mountain Serpent. A promising young ninja, who was overly fond of greatness, decided to steal a dragon egg from the Magical Mountain Serpent.”

  “Wow,” I gasp. “A real dragon?”

  “Yes, a real dragon that still lives today,” continues the masked man. “The young ninja was told by his friends to leave the egg alone, but he wanted to impress his local village with his loot. The village knew that the mother dragon would not be as impressed. And they were right. While the boy showed his prize to his village friends, the mother of the egg found him. Scared of the dragon, the boy dropped the egg and it broke.”

  “That poor baby dragon!” exclaims Emily.

  The ninja does not stop to console Emily. “The mother dragon cursed the boy to live forever and destroyed the village. That cursed young man was called the Evil Shadow. He recruited others who had aspired to be ninjas but failed. The Evil Shadow went on to build an army of destructive ninjas and is now intent on destroying the world.”

  “When he was holding me hostage, he was asking me about a Power Sword?” asks Emily.

  “This is what he is searching for. The Power Sword is thousands of years old and is the key to ending this madness,” snaps the ninja. “The Power Sword was crafted from the remains of the broken dragon’s egg by the Evil Shadow. It contains a magic power that is almost unimaginable. It can cause great damage in a single strike. The sword was lost many years ago in a battle with the Ninjutsu Grand Master, a former agent of the Ninja Spy Agency. If it falls into the hands of the Evil Shadow, he could destroy mankind.”

  Emily’s eyes widen. “Can just anyone use the sword?”

  “No. Only the Evil Shadow himself… but there is a myth that one person per generation can handle the Power Sword, and they are known as the Chosen One. If the sword falls into the hands of the Chosen One, they may be able to defeat the Evil Shadow and end this madness,” says the ninja.

  “So, who is the Chosen One?” I ask.

  “Nobody knows. In fact, even the Chosen One probably doesn’t know.”

  The ninja turns to me. “Blake, nobody has ever captured the Evil Shadow before.”

  “How did you know my name?” I question him.

  “I was standing next to your Mom in the car park when she was screaming at you on top of the tower. You are in big trouble, buddy.” He laughs. “But before I disappear, here is a picture of the Power Sword. Keep this in mind and if you ever see it, contact the Ninja Spy Agency.”

  The good ninja spy shows me a picture of the Power Sword on his smartphone.

  “Gee, even ninjas have phones now,” remarks Fred.

  “Well, I have friends too, you know,” scoffs Tekato. “Everybody just assumes ninjas don’t have social lives, pfft.”

  While the phone is passed around, Fred says, “I’ll be your friend, Teto.”

  “My name is not Teto! My name is Tekato!”

  Emily rolls her eyes. “Let’s just move on from the name please.”

  “Excuse me, Tekato?”

  “Yes, Blake.”

  “I have a sword like that in my shed – it was a present from some random guy dressed as Santa when I was three years old...”

  Chapter 7

  After Mom gives me a lecture about being too dangerous, we arrive back at my house and I run straight to the garden shed.

  Where is that sword?

  I dig through some old boxes and junk before I finally find it!

  “Here it is. It’s been just sitting here with a box of old toys,” I say to myself as I point to the sword.

  Tekato appears again out of nowhere and checks out the sword.

  “Whoa, man, where did you come from?” I ask in surprise.

  “The shadows…” he says in a mysterious voice.

  “The shadows?”

  “Oh yeah – I just hitched a ride on the back of your car and waited in the shadows until you arrived.”

  “Oh.”

  “Hheeee,” stresses Tekato as he tries to pick up the sword. “Is this a cruel joke? I can’t lift it. It is stuck to the floor.”

  “Haha, it’s only a toy sword, you weakling! I used to play with it all day long when I was three,” I say.

  I step forward and pick it up with ease. Tekato looks stunned and turns to me.

  “Blake,” he says.

  “Yo, Ninja Bro.”

  “I think you may be the Chosen One…”

  Chapter 8

  “Blake, this is unbelievable. You must be the Chosen One,” whispers Tekato as we stand in my garden shed. “We have searched for someone like you for decades. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

  Tekato bows towards me.

  “Cool man,” I shrug.

  “Do you understand what we have to do next?” asks Tekato.

  “Ahhh…” I reply. I know the answer, but I’m not sure if I can get approval from Mom to go and save the world.

  “Are you worried about what your mother is going to say?”

  “Well, yes. Yes, I am. I really want to help, Tekato. But if I can’t get permission to leave the house, I’ll be no help at all,” I state.

  “I will simply use my convincing potion on her,” says Tekato as he hurries me back towards the house.

  “Mom?” I ask when I walk in through the backdoor with Tekato next to me.

  Immediately, as Mom turns around, Tekato throws pink dust in her face.

  Mom carries on as if nothing happened.

  “Ask her,” prompts Tekato.

  “Ah, Mom, this is my new friend, Tekato.”

  Mom is going to go berserk. I’m standing in the house with a ninja who clearly has a lot of sharp and unsafe weapons.

  I’m sooo dead!

  “Hello, Tekato. How are you?” asks Mom like there’s no problem at all.

  What?! No reaction? Did that potion really work?

  Ninja’s are so cool.

  “Mom, Tekato and I are going to go back to the mall where the Evil Shadow attacked today. I have the ability to control a thing called the Power Sword. I’m going to have a sword fight to defeat the most dangerous person on earth, and save the world,” I nervously tell her.

  “Sure, dear. Have fun,” replies Mom without even raising an eyebrow. “Just be home by dinner time.”

  I turn to Tekato and whisper, “What? Did that really work?”

  “Sure did. Now, we must go.”

  Together, we race back to the shopping center where we last saw the Evil Shadow. But there’s a major problem - the entire scene is now swamped with TV reporters and police officers.

  “To get up to the top of the tower we need to use some classic disguises,” says Tekato as he points to a TV news van.

  “Awesome, I’ve always wanted to be a cameraman,” I say as I grab a camera from the van.

  “I’ll disguise myself as a policeman. If anyone asks what we are doing, our explanation is that I’m escor
ting you to the top of the crime scene.”

  Tekato sneaks up to a police motorbike and takes the bike helmet. He slips it on and covers the most suspicious thing about him, his masked head.

  I wonder what he looks like under the ninja mask?

  He waves me through the police tape and we enter the crime scene without any questions.

  “That seemed too easy,” I say to Tekato as we climb the stack of shops.

  “As a ninja, it is important to be able to disappear into one’s surroundings,” Tekato responds. “In the past I’ve disguised myself as an old woman, a horse, a car, a lamp, and a large poo. Being able to disguise yourself is a very important part of being a ninja.”

  “I once disguised myself as a gorilla to score some free bananas. Is that the same thing?” I ask.

  “No, no it is not,” says Tekato in a no-nonsense tone.

  As we get closer to the top, I grip the Power Sword tight. I’m a little anxious about battling a three-hundred-year-old ninja, even if his feet are still stuck to the ground.

  “Are you ready to battle with the most dangerous person on earth, Blake?” asks Tekato.

  “Meh,” I shrug, not showing any fear.

  “Remember Blake, use the Power Sword. You need to defeat him,” reminds Tekato.

  We reach the top of the building…

  “No!”

  Only the Evil Shadow’s boots remain glued to the roof…

  Chapter 9

  I go to school the next day as if nothing has changed.

  But in fact, everything has changed.

  I could potentially save the world and stop the Evil Shadow’s madness.

  We looked for the Evil Shadow for a while after we arrived at the mall, but we couldn’t find him. Tekato told me not to worry – he will be back… and most likely hunt me down.

  He also told me it is very important that I stay undetected. I am not to tell anyone that I am the ‘Chosen One.’

  The time will come when I need to battle the Evil Shadow again.

  Until then, I must keep the sword close by so that it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. The Evil Shadow’s team of ninja spies may be hiding close by.

  I asked Tekato if I’m just bait to trap the Evil Shadow, but he assured me I am completely safe.

  Right now, I’m carrying the sword in my school bag, and just to test the theory of its uncontrollable power, I ask Fred to handle the sword.

  “Go on, Fred,” I say. “I want you to catch this.”

  “Is this some trick?” he responds. “I really want to tell everybody about what happened last night! It was the most incredible experience of my life!”

  “No, we can’t, Fred. We made a promise to Tekato and we should honor it.”

  “Well, what about Emily? You did hold hands with her! Your biggest crush!” continues Fred.

  I smile and nod. “Look, just catch the sword.”

  I take the sword out of my backpack and focus hard on it. When I start to feel something, I throw it to Fred to catch. The sword does not disappoint.

  Suddenly a bright blue glow appears and the sword is flying and darting around the room. Fred literally can’t control its power.

  “Ahhh!” yells Fred.

  “Fred, let go of the sword!” I yell back.

  Fred does – but as he does, he is thrown across the room into a pile of schoolbags.

  “What just happened? I couldn’t even hold it, it had a life of its own!” says Fred, stunned.

  I pick it up with ease again as if it’s a hollow, plastic toy.

  “Fred,” I say. “I need to tell you something… I am the Chosen One.”

  “OMG!”

  “This sword can only be controlled by myself and the Evil Shadow. It is also the only weapon that can completely stop the Evil Shadow,” I explain. “Not even the ninjas from the spy agency can control it. But I must keep the sword safe and away from the Evil Shadow.”

  “Whoa,” gasps Fred.

  “I promised not to tell anyone so keep your mouth shut. Okay?” I say to Fred as I realize my mistake.

  But I had to tell somebody!

  I couldn’t keep a secret like that to myself!

  I put the Power Sword in my locker and make my way to class. But class is with Miss Pineapple – the world’s most boring science teacher. How does someone make blowing things up seem boring?

  Soon, I’m daydreaming out the window instead of listening to her story about science in the 1950s.

  What?

  That’s odd. I just saw a shadow flash across the glass.

  Then another shadow…

  And then another!

  This is not normal, and I have a feeling this is related to my sword.

  “Miss Pineapple! I need to go to the toilet,” I yell out.

  The classroom erupts in laughter.

  “Blake! Raise your hand if you would like to ask something. Do not just yell out in my classroom. Understood?” she says, looking cross with me.

  Man, this is embarrassing, but I need to get to the sword in my locker. Quick!

  “I have to go! I’m going to wee myself!” I make an excuse as I jump up and run to the door. No doubt Miss Pineapple is upset, but she isn’t going to argue with me now.

  The classrooms attention quickly diverts from me to the growing amount of shadows darting around the room.

  The ninjas are back, and I don’t think they’re the good ones either…

  Chapter 10

  I charge down the empty hallway to get to my locker, only to lose my footing and slide into a corner.

  All the corridors in the school are covered with some kind of oil. I slip and slide everywhere trying to stand up.

  I can’t control where I’m going!

  Lying, soaked in oil, I get a glimpse of a ninja looking around.

  It isn’t the Evil Shadow I met yesterday, but he doesn’t look like a friendly one either. It must be one of the Evil Shadow’s army!

  I push myself off a wall and slide at full speed towards the skinny ninja’s legs. Good move!

  I quickly bowl him over and as he lies there in shock, I quickly whip off the non-slip boots he’s wearing.

  After I put my shoes straight into his boots, I move towards my locker. I look around - no sign of any other ninjas.

  My plan is to get the sword out of here and as far away from the school as possible. Hopefully, the Ninja Spy agents will come to my aid soon!

  Just as I open my locker and grasp the sword, a hand comes over my shoulder.

  It grabs the sword from my locker!

  No!

  Not the Power Sword!

  There is only one hand other than mine that can grab it…

  The Evil Shadow!

  I take a quick look at him.

  Why doesn’t he have new boots yet? I guess ninja boots must be hard to find.

  “This sword belongs to me,” says the Evil Shadow.

  “Give it back, it’s mine!” I yell.

  “Really?” he replies in a sarcastic tone.

  “Yes, really. Let go, it’s my sword! It was given to me!”

  “I made this sword hundreds of years ago, it belongs to me,” repeats the Evil Shadow. “This sword is my last obstacle to destroying the world. I shall have it,” he states. “Besides, how can you handle its power?”

  He pauses for a second. “Wait, could you be… you did pull some pretty smooth moves on me before,” he whispers to himself.

  I need to distract him so I can lunge at the sword. I go to my secret weapon – my jokes.

  “Knock knock,” I say.

  The Evil Shadow sighs. “Who’s there?”

  “Sam.”

  “Sam who?”

  “Sam-urai!” I yell as I make my move.

  But he didn’t even laugh – boy, this ninja is serious!

  I focus all my energy on getting control of the sword and I dive at the handle.

  Suddenly we are both hanging onto the sword!

  Bring it o
n!

  “I am the Chosen One! I can handle the Power Sword. You have met your match now, Evil Shadow!” I announce with determination.

  “But can you do this?” questions the Evil Shadow.

  I look straight at the Evil Shadow while fighting for control of the sword.

  “Do what?” I ask.

  Suddenly a huge blast shoots out from the Power Sword.

  Damn…

  Chapter 11

  The blast from the sword sends me flying across the corridor.

  I smash into a row of lockers, and man, it hurts!

  A lot.

  Once I pick myself off the floor, I rush at the Power Sword again, hoping to simply grab it off him.

  But he turns too fast and flips me over the top of him.

  This time, I crash into the wall outside my English classroom. I get up again, shake off my daze and make another rush at him… and he does the same again.

  I am clearly out-skilled here, a professional ninja against a schoolboy.

  How can I win this?

  Every move I make, he easily counteracts. My fighting technique is not coming as naturally to me as it did with the selfie stick.

  Suddenly, the Evil Shadow floats into the air.

  Unbelievable!

  “Can you do this with the sword? No, you cannot,” says the floating Evil Shadow. “I can harness the magic of the Power Sword! You can only touch it. I can unleash its true potential. You do not appreciate this weapon. This gift is wasted on you.”

  While I’m on the ground, I grab a heap of objects from the broken lockers and fling them at him like ninja stars.

  First, I launch a ruler, then a pencil case, then a textbook, followed by a lunch box and a rotten fish… Uh!

  Who keeps a rotten fish in their locker? Oh wait, that must be Rotten Fish Jimmy. That would explain his nickname.