Ninjas or Whatever

It was 3122

Japan had been destroyed by the UN, after they discovered a conspiracy for cloning space ninjas that could... Fight in space (surprisingly). The cloning was a problem, but ninjas were bigger.

Ninjas became more effective than flying tanks and laser guns, as the world had turned to a VR War to settle things between nations, and allow a way to settle conflicts peacefully.

Their main job... Camouflage and... Assassination, which they evidently sucked at to be noticed.

The thing however is that people only knew about Japanese ninjas.

They forgot about the underwater trainees, true warriors of the seas and able to come back from being decapitated. REGENERATION SUCKERS.

We are talking small, and pretty much extinct. The training ways have been passed down from salamander to salamander till only a few remain.

They were the Axoljas.

Or Axolotl Ninjas.

This, is the story.

Surprisingly even though they are mexican salamanders a lone, Japanese ninja had an Axolotl.

Day and Night the salamander watched him train, and soon began to imitate the noob ninja. Thus, the first Axolja was born.

The story begins with the lone Axolotl being left alone after a few years of training, when the no-longer noob ninja was sent on his mission to assassinate the warmonger "Millipede Chicken"

His first mission was to escape the aquarium, and it was fortunate he had legs to practice his jumping.

The little guy would look up and see the lid of the glass box he was trapped in every day, and today he would overcome it.

Hopping from glass to glass (somehow) he managed to reach the top of his cage and miraculously stick to plastic. Is ninja stuff I guess.

Clicking his miniature fingers he moved as fast as lightning and managed to get through the hole that allows light in flawlessly, without error.

The majestic Axolja had reached the top of his aquarium, king of the goddamn house and free.

Suddenly, he soon realised he was in perilous territory however, as he had gills and was out of water, and began to panic.

Before he dived in he soon realised however, his skill points had been allocated everywhere and for some reason he also had lungs.

His face twisted into a smirk and he disappeared in a flash.

His destination, the gulf of Mexico or something, he won't make it.

After travelling for thousands of km, the poor Axolja decided to give up. His life had been interesting, and he decided to settle down and begin a school.

He had relieved many Axolotl in his journey from other aquariums and shops and taught them during his journey to Mexico, his home, which he was mercilessly taken from.

His second to last wish was to make it home, but it would never happen at his pace.

He knew would die a lone Axolja and would hope his legacy spreads across the oceans, and his plan to destroy Earth would come true after his subordinates had taught enough Axoljas.

That or world domination. In fact, it had already began.

Japan and its Ninjas were only the start.