Late at night, the thick darkness enveloped the mountain stronghold like ink. A ninja dressed in black, his figure moving like a ghost, approached the stronghold silently from the foot of the mountain. His steps were light, and with each fall, they made almost no sound.
He skillfully bypassed the stationary and mobile sentries one by one, unaware that danger was approaching step by step. Whenever he encountered a patrol, he instantly melted into the shadows, and once they had walked away, he continued on his path. In this manner, he successfully sneaked into the stronghold.
The ninja headed straight for the place where the group of young women was being held. Upon getting close, he suddenly drew a dagger from his waist and threw it with great force. The dagger cut through the air with a whistling sound and buried itself deep into the cell wall with a thud.
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