Finding the Ninjas

Two days after Peter and Matt had spoken, Logan finally found time to come to Manhattan. He had uncovered some more clues about X-23 and gone to investigate, only to come up empty-handed. Forget finding X-23—even locating a definite eyewitness had been difficult.

"That's somewhat similar to the group of ninjas you mentioned. They both appear and disappear like divine dragons. Hmm, if I remember right, The Hand's undead didn't erase their scent, but that was decades ago."

With a cigar clenched between his teeth, Logan arrived at the agreed location and began talking with Matt. Matt nodded thoughtfully, then asked about something else. "Is the lady who came with you also here to help?"

"...No. She probably can help out if she came along, though, and there's no downside."

Logan glanced at Shadowcat, who was chatting with Spider-Man in the distance. Once she had learned Peter Parker would be involved in this operation, she had insisted on coming herself. Besides, Kitty was unlikely to get hurt in a fight at this level, and Logan simply couldn't bring himself to refuse her.

After the Professor's return, he felt the burden on his shoulders lighten considerably. Cyclops or the Professor could handle many matters now, leaving him free to peacefully be his own lone star of doom. Other than finding his cloned daughter, X-23, Logan no longer had any other desires.

His memories had returned, the X-Men had been rebuilt, the Professor had been resurrected, and he had a daughter he still had time to care for—one who, with proper guidance, might not grow crooked like Daken. Other than Jean's death, Logan had no regrets left.

"All right, so this is the place? The people who died inside were taken out by those undead?"

As Logan spoke, he put on his