"Understood..."
Without hesitation, Karai set off to track down the mutant brothers.
Meanwhile, Shredder was preparing to leave for Japan — to the Kantō region — to retrieve his son.
Back in Japan
In a spacious apartment, a young man rested.
This was Shen, son of Oroku Saki — the Shredder.
Suddenly, Shen felt something off. A presence — as if someone uninvited was in his home.
He rose cautiously from his bed, checking each room with sharp, silent steps.
Nothing. All clear.
As he turned to return to his bed—
Ambush.
Several black-clad ninjas sprang from the shadows.
The fight was swift and brutal. Shen moved like a shadow himself — efficient, ruthless.
To him, these assassins were nothing more than a warm-up.
Without looking back, he spoke calmly:
"Father?"
The lights turned on.
From the darkness stepped Oroku Saki, without his armor, dressed in a long black kimono.
Shen stood still — average height, short hair, calm gaze.
"You haven't changed. But you've grown stronger,"
his father said quietly.
"Is it time to go home?"
Shen replied.
Oroku Saki nodded once.
On the way back to New York
A quiet conversation filled the silence between father and son.
"How have you progressed?"
the father asked.
"I've had to take many lives..."
Shen answered.
"Remember this, son:
Killing is not cruelty — it is necessity. Cold blood is your armor. The heart is no place for mercy when holding a blade."
"...Understood, Father."
"When we return to New York, you'll begin taking missions. I need to see that you're truly ready."
Shen nodded silently, obediently.
To Shredder's son, those words — "Cold blood is your armor" — were more than just advice.
They were a truth that reshaped his soul. A lesson he'd heard as a child,
when he once asked his father why he took lives without remours
As the plane crossed the ocean, Shen closed his eyes.
The boy who once feared killing was gone.
Now, only a blade remained — honed by silence, shaped by blood.