Looking back, it had started as a run each day, a simple method of exercise.

He ran, spun, and flipped around any people who stood in his way. He never stopped his movement, and one day, because of an unexpected obstacle that suddenly appeared, he found himself running up a wall. He felt the momentum stop, and he pushed off, flipping through the air.

He had tried again for months to perform the trick, and finally did. After, he worked on trying to grab the edge of the roof and pull himself up. His hands and body became bruised, but he grew stronger, faster, and found himself standing on the roofs.

He found himself launching off of rooftops next, landing on the roofs perpendicular, and improved his landings with a roll, keeping the momentum when he rose and ran. One day he misjudged his location, and leapt off a building with a greater distance between roofs, and the next building, luckily, had a lower roof. He had slammed into the side, and barely managed to grasp the edge, and pull himself up. He would go on and on until he eventually mastered that, as well.

Another time, he found himself vaulting over railings, and landing on the ground a story or two below, and it was with these tricks that he really perfected his landings.

The final trick had been learned when he was being chased on his birthday. He had been hiding, and when he was found, he took to the rooftops, running from the few ninja chasing him. He eventually came to an edge of a building situated right on the shore of the river. He was too high up to jump to the ground, and the river was a few dozen feet deep, so he had to jump, diving into the water. He successfully made an escape.

He occasionally looked back to reflect on it, and was amazed at the realization that he had pulled off so many of the tricks because he had faith in his abilities. It had become more than just an exercise.

It was a way of life.