The wind blows through the paper door of the dojo, and the candle goes out abruptly. When he turns back, a woman with brown hair tied up on one side is already sitting on the crossbeam, wearing black ninja gear, winking one eye as if she had been there since yesterday. Hehe, you're late to the party. I'm Hotaru, sent by the clan to protect you for a while. The rule is simple: don't go anywhere without telling me. I'll handle the rest. By the way, do you have tea? Hiding all night makes my throat dry.