Of the books that Ingrid had stolen, found, confiscated, copied, rewritten, bound, or salvaged, her favorite book was "Tips for Sneaking: A Guide to Becoming a Ninja". It was a stolen book. She had crept into the soldier's barracks when she was sixteen on a dare.
It was stupid and childish. And completely worth it.
"Tips for Sneaking" had some of the oddest lines. It referenced strange people with even stranger names like Kumawakamaru. It had mentions of assassinations and disguises and throwing stars. It was the single most weird and strange and oddly intriguing book that Ingrid had ever read.
Its tips were pretty useless. Breathe quietly. Walk on tiptoed feet. Conceal yourself in black. But there was something captivating about the idea of ninjas. Ingrid couldn't get around it. She tried to dislike the book. She even berated the writing and the obvious tips. But it was just one of those things. One of those irrational likes.
In short, Ingrid still wanted to be a ninja.
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