Enzukai Mimic Novels & Stories

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"

This made both of them to cautious since they knew the beast might head towards her as Makoto moved a pillar of sand towards Akari, which made everyone anxious as they all thought, "Come on beast, take the bait!!!" As the beast used all it's speed to move towards Kaikuh, Akari placed her hands on the ground and shouted, "Bind!!!" Finishing up the enchantment. As the beast got close to Kaikuh, vines popped out of the ground and bind it as Kaikuh turned and touched the beast. The beast mind went blank as it stayed there doing nothing. As everyone was panting, a message popped up in Kaikuh's front, "You can tell it what to do as long as your in contact with it"

Suddenly, a blue snake comes out from Franz’s sword pommel and wraps around Irz’s body. “What?!” Barz and Darz exclaimed. “Shit! I forgot that he is able to summon his Ribo.” Irz sighed. “Monkey, the symbol of naughtiness. An incarnation of a moron who is harmed by his own stupid deeds.” Franz said. ”Sunekuo, Vish!” He exclaimed. “As you wish,” Sunekuo said. Sunekuo strengthens its construction and emits blue fluid from its skin disintegrating Irz’s body until his body vanishes.

Instead, I clapped my hands together. A wave of Grey Flame erupted from my palms—not as a fire, but as a **reformatting command**. The shockwave hit the mimic mid-air. The girl's form didn't explode; it *de-rezzed*. The skin peeled away into square pixels, revealing the terrifying endoskeleton of glass and wire beneath. It hit the wall behind me, shattering into a thousand fragments of harmless data. But there were eleven more. "The transition is inevitable," the mimics said in unison, their voices overlapping into a sickening drone. "The Prime Mother has already begun the overwrite. Look outside, Weaver. See your new world."

I asked again. “Its skin began to peel off after hours of covering its eyes” he explained. As in the tales of old, Shapeshifting entities need to look at the faces of their supposed target to capture their looks and feelings just to imitate them. “Afterwards, we were able to force it to speak, it talked of Enzo’s fail safe plan. It included taking me out of context and proceeding with commands from the inside” he said, I stared at him as though I couldn’t understand.

Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.” Bushinjutsu (Clone) was another specialty of Aki’s clan. She had yet to reach the mastery required to execute it and the most she could achieve was the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu (Rapid Image). During the fight with Dragonkist Ryūjin near Pukkitunturri, for instance, Aki moved with such speed that she managed to leave behind fading but discrete images of herself.

He had hunted Kronos down after an ambush where Kronos had apparently killed his daughter. How is he mimicking my lightning attacks?! Kronos thought as he dodged lightning bolt after lightning bolt before he recalled something else. Of course, the Naga’s Tribal Trait, the Nintaijin, can mimic the abilities of others, as long as they are not Tribal Traits themselves. The Naga rushed at Kronos, aiming a punch at him. Thinking fast, Kronos dodged out of the way; he created an orb of white lightning and slammed it onto the man’s back. The force of which sent him crashing into the wall.

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.