Kurami wasn't one to dance around topics or offer the niceties to other people, especially to this new girl who apparently could turn into a cat, and turn into Kurami. However, Kurami was a mercenary and had been for almost five-hundred years. She walked down the sidewalk next to the girl. It was dark outside, as it should be at Nine PM. "You ask a lot of questions." She bluntly stated as she continued to walk, quietly.
A few minutes passed and she sighed. "Fine. I obviously am a hired mercenary." She said flatly. Her English wasn't great, and at times, it was god-awful. "My name is Kurami Yakunan, and I come from a long line of Ninja and Kunoichi." She replied as her own face softened a bit. It would be nice to not be all alone in New York. She placed an arm around her new 'friend'. "I started doing mercenary work after my parents were killed by Nobunaga Oda in the late fifteen-hundreds, in Japan." She replied, almost bitterly.
The name Nobunaga Oda was a sour one, and only made her thirst to destroy something or somethings. "I eventually killed him, and his boy-servant at the Tragedy of Honnoji. From there I spent the next several hundred years killing for a living. To say that I am probably the last real living ninja master would be an understatement." She said proudly. She didn't like bragging on herself too much, but she had a natural gift and the work effort to back it up. "Although right now, I really only do high risk heists, and some lite bounty work." She conveyed.
"It isn't like I really need the money. I get bored, and I can't train ten hours a day without anything to do afterwards." Kurami said as she glanced in an alleyway across the street. She saw a few shadows move in the half-lit alleyway across the street. "Strange..." Something didn't feel right.