DN-00010001 isn’t a ninja. He isn’t a clone. He is the monk’s shadow, exfiltrated from a prior timeline and rendered in hostile code.
When the monk stood still long enough for the wind to forget his name, this figure formed in his place. A perfect countermeasure. A betrayal written in movement.
His blade is shaped like the monk’s breath. His silence echoes like the monk’s patience. His strikes come just after forgiveness.
No system claims him. No faction owns him. He is not a creation. He is a consequence.
If the monk falls, it will be to this. Not because of strength— But because even wind casts a shadow.