Please accept my apologies for not writing in a while. My agent has advised me to reduce my output in advance of a six-figure book deal, in accordance with the teachings of the Ninjitsu on the Way of the Great Silence Before The Large Cheque.
True, no money has been forthcoming. And, come to think of it, I have never met my agent face-to-face. She has, however, instructed me to wear lady's underwear and to grab the private parts of any senior member of the order I encounter. I note that Brother Niguri is suspiciously cheerful at the moment. Hmmmmm.
The grabbing, coupled with my lack of earning through assassination "because I am a literary genius" has caused Honoured Master Toro, the dojo's Finance Director, to start dropping hints about selling my genitals again.