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Leap into the unknown—your ninja crouches, muscles coiled like steel springs, before exploding upward in a blur of motion. Rooftops shrink beneath you as air whips past, the horizon tilting as you twist mid-flight. Shadows cling to your silhouette, masking your trajectory; you’re a ghost arcing over lantern-lit streets and guarded walls. Land silent, swift, already pivoting toward the next unseen edge. This isn’t just a jump—it’s a dance with gravity, precision honed through blood and silence. Every vault defies capture; every bound writes a vow to vanish.
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