It was an important warning for a young man whose first instinct was to leap and then look. Minoru caught himself before actually jumping. He swung back and forth a couple times - gently - to better grab onto the second silk.

“Poetry in motion, huh?”

At best, the short movements were a haiku - Abbreviated, not very showy. He wasn’t really sure what to do while holding on. Could he secure his legs enough to let go with his hands? Could he flip upside down?