The Shy Ninja - Jezebel

He slunk around the corner, limbs lanky and brimming with practiced silence, and stood, watching the others with his dark, squinted eyes. The cloth across his face was cool and his lips moved listlessly from behind it, speaking unspoken words.

He watched the other boys slide up the rope as easy as water slipped from a glass, full of slippery ways and silent danger. They tackled the jobs so easily, attacked their opponents so carefreely, that he had to stare.

He was, after all, the only shy ninja.

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