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When an ordinary cardboard box abandoned its mundane existence to pursue the shadows, it didn’t just *want* to be a ninja—it *trained*. Nights were spent perfecting the art of stillness, mastering camouflage among stacked shelves, and honing edges sharp enough to slice through complacency. Its corners became weapons; its flaps, tools for silent infiltration. No warehouse guard suspected the innocuous container tucked beside a filing cabinet, nor noticed how it vanished each dawn, leaving only a whisper of packing tape behind. The box studied its enemies: scissor-wielding humans, territorial cats, the dreaded compactor. It learned to dodge, to roll, to collapse at a moment’s notice. When the time came, it embarked on its first mission—slipping into a rival box fortress, bypassing "laser grids" of tangled string, and replacing confidential bubble wrap with a decoy. By sunrise, it was back in its alley, unremarkable yet unstoppable. After all, who expects a ninja made of corrugated grit?
