Enzukai Mimic Novels & Stories

He said, putting on his robes. Cai Kang's eyes are on his injuries. Saeko threw something at him and that resulted in a deep cut that required stitches. "You're injured so I'm not gonna beat you up but I'm getting the hell out of here." The guy outstretched his hand to stop Cai Kang. "No, wait! Please listen to what I have to say. My name is Morihiko and I need students in my new animal mimicry martial arts. If you agree then you can be my successor." He said.

As she worked, a log entry caught her eye, audio only: “...the behavioral adaption is astonishing. The specimens don’t just mimic appearances; they pull from our own memories, our fears, to become them. It’s not a physical threat… it’s a psychological one. They make you see what you most dread…” A chill that had nothing to do with the water went down her spine. Mimic. Pull from memories. Was that what the game was doing with Aiden’s resemblance? Or was it something more? She shook off the thought and finished the sequence. Lights flickered on throughout the chamber with a rising hum. The primary objective updated. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE ACHIEVED: POWER RESTORED SECONDARY OBJECTIVE PROGRESS: SYNCH

“There, there. Calm down, my mate.” “I was lured by a mimic too; according to Geneva, that’s what it's called. At first, it bears resemblance to Beta Elise. But by the time I was in the middle of the White Woods, it revealed its faceless appearance.” The Alpha King sighed. “And why would you follow Elise? And most of all, why do you want to see Beta Elise? Those impostor mimics let you see the person whom you wanted to see the most at that moment.”

) A small, harmless spark of electricity shot out from Rune's fingertips, dealing minor damage to Nikolai. His kitten jump and yelp gave me all the information I needed. That spell was painful. “Haven't you heard…” he said walking towards us from the doorway where he had been standing all this while and watching. “...that mimicry is the best form of flattery?” he added with a smug look on his face. His trip was cut short as Lucas stood in between us and Rune “I am in no way flattered,” Lucas uttered. “Then I suggest you get some sense of humor,” Rune said.

Eiko sat seiza, precise, silver-streaked chignon unyielding, fox-sharp features softened only by pearl earrings, swaying judgment. I lowered, opposite an athletic frame, folding disciplined despite the South Side itch to bolt, hazel eyes locking her piercing dark. She poured matcha in a slow ritual, jade-ringed fingers steady as katana strikes, bowl extended in two-handed reverence, masking steel. "Nia Whitaker," she said, Tokyo clip weaving English silk, "you intrigue. Kenji's crisis queen, dismantling his careful chaos. Drink." Bitter green coated my tongue, grounding the unease prickling my scar above the brow. "Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman

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."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

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.