My imaginary friend is a ninja.
His home is near the Royal Palace in Japan, where he can easily receive information from the Sovereign.
He loves training with his katana against wooden dummies and having chats with passing lightning, but he can’t stand cowards because you can never count on them.
He goes crazy for martial arts.
He usually sleeps next to my bed, cuddled up with the scabbard of his katana.
His favorite food is grilled ribs.
He has two friends: me and Tanjy.