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... ch. The twilight filtered through the leaves, revealing green hair tied back in a tight bun. The ninja's piercing eyes scanned the scene below, watching the tension unfold between William and the boy with mild amusement.

He pulled out a small, worn coin from his pouch, flipping it into the air with a soft ting. The coin spun in the twilight before landing neatly in his gloved hand. He glanced at the result and smirked.

"Not yet," he murmured to himself. "Let's see how far this ki ...

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