"Good evening Mana-chan. What are you up to so late at night?"
"I was asked to patrol by the Headmaster. What about you?"
"Oh, just admiring the moon," he told her.
"Yes, it really is beautiful."
"Yeah, it really is a fine piece of ninja work."
Silence, and then. "I'm sorry, but I think I miss heard you. I could swear you just implied a ninja made the moon."
"No, you heard right. A ninja did make the moon. Pretty much killed him though. Oh well, he was dying anyway."
"I don't believe it. How could anyone have been so powerful to create the moon?"
"You should believe it."
Gulping, the tall gunslinger asked, "Just how powerful was he?"
"Very. He was worshipped as a God for his deeds, and is regarded as the pinnacle of ninja. No one has even come close to him in strength, not even the person who shared his abilities."
"Wh-why would he do it?"
"Oh, he had his reasons."
"Are you serious?" she asked. "Did a ninja really create the moon?"
"Yes, a ninja really did," he told her, smiling, but not in a way that made her doubt his words. If anything, that smile told her he was telling her the truth.