Speaking of ninjas seeing everything, I spent probably 5 solid minutes trying to figure out what the hell was going on with you pfp. I went to your profile to see, wasn't there. Come back here there it is.
Hey did you know you have a ninja sitting on your head?
My aunt did that job and every summer growing up from age 12 onward she would have me and my other cousin volunteer at the Saint John Centracare (formerly asylum) doing the penny fair for the mental health patients. It was a lot of fun. Only the well-behaved were allowed to attend the penny fair. But I did see some people during my time volunteering there that scared me.
(Great words nice love it. but when I got done reading this. I thought what if your monk ninja grand master was also a comedian and was going to give you a pep talk.)
Alright, you silent footed fashion disaster. You listen up!
You think being a monk ninja means smelling like incense and sadness? Please. Stand up straight and no, that robe isn’t a tent, darling. Compassion is your first move, not a sad face, swipe right on mercy, swipe left on drama. When anger shows up, give it a look like it’s last season’s shoes and breathe it away. Fear? Teach it to mind its manners.
Move like water: smooth, unstoppable, and way more flattering than that awkward flail you call “stealth.” Speak rarely, not unless you’ve got a joke. Then by all means, roast someone’s ego. Honor your teachers, keep your vows, and for heaven’s sake don’t seek applause...unless it’s for a killer entrance.
Sharpen your blade, but temper it with taste. Be humble, protect the defenseless, and for the love of all that’s holy, dust off that robe. Now go - flounce and bounce into the night and make silence jealous.
(I don't know, it sounded better in my head. I have to work on it)