Hachishakusama Novels & Stories

Time passed quickly, the entrance ceremony ended, Tachibana Hana waved her hand toward Monica again, but it was Sorata who was excited. Looking at this idiot, Monica decided to ignore him for now, but then, he didn't notice that there was another harem protagonist inside this hall that seemed to be jealous when he saw how Tachibana Hina was waving her hand toward the direction of Monica since even an idiot could tell who Tachibana Hina was waving her hand for.

I sighed, looking at the shirtless pic where Daisuke had his hand tugging his jeans down slightly to show that he was eithern’t wearing underwear or had pulled them down to show his skin. “HOLY FUCK!” Pam exclaimed, leaning over to look at my phone and nearly dumping tequila on me. “Relax.” I laughed. “Here, trade you the phone for the tequila.” I offered. “Deal.” Pam eagerly pushed the bottle into my hand and took my phone. “This one is yummers. Who is he, and where can I get one?” “He’s Daisuke Yamada and he lives in Katashina, Japan.” I sighed and took a long swig from the bottle.

**Chapter 93 – Forgefire Over Tokyo **March 20, 2031 – Shambhala Portal to Tokyo Swarm Nest** The portal from Shambhala opens directly above Tokyo Bay, the transition brutal. One heartbeat, serene mountain air scented with pine and distant incense. The next, the night sky choked with black smoke and writhing void tendrils, the city below a nightmare of flickering fires and collapsing structures. Shibuya Crossing is a massive crater, edges glowing with residual void corruption.

The soft glow of paper lanterns cast a warm, golden hue over the interior of Matcha Whisper, a hidden gem tucked away in a quiet corner of the city that felt like a slice of old Kyoto. The air always carried the delicate aroma of freshly whisked matcha, buttery pastries, and the faint sweetness of azuki beans. Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger.

He was no longer the filter; he was a part of the pack, and his mind was clear. Ren Tanaka drove with both hands locked around the wheel, his gold eyes shifting constantly to the rearview mirror. He told Laila that the entrance to the final vault wasn't inside a castle or a bank. He explained that it sat beneath the Fujisan Hongu Sengen Taisha the ancient head shrine that had been built at the base of the mountain over a thousand years ago to pacify the volcanic spirits. The Kurogane syndicate had controlled the shrine’s inner sanctum since the Meiji restoration, using the sacred hot springs beneath the courtyard as a natural cooling system for the Aegis extraction machinery.

The one-armed woman was none other than Yashita, Rosalie’s biological mother as well as the first daughter of the Harker family, one of the four major ancient martial arts families in Oskia. Since the time difference in Japan was one hour faster than in Oskia, it was already 10 pm in Osaka at this moment. Under the escort of the soldiers, Yashita passed through a strict security checkpoint before finally entering the garrison. The soldier then led her, and took a high-speed elevator all the way down from inside a building. The elevator stopped at a depth of 50 meters underground. This was where the Osaka Self-Defense Force’s triple defense underground base was located.

Jai asked between eating. “Hm?” Darrion responded with his mouth full. He swallowed the food before answering. “This village is Sougen, and then Takenoko the Bambooshoot Village, Higurashi the uh… Cicada Village? Sakurazaka the Cherry Blossom, Magamo-Kohakucho the Lake Town, and the capital.”

Ben informed the receptionist who nodded then picked a line and spoke something in Japanese. "They will direct you." She said as she pointed towards the two waitress who dressed in Kimonos. They bowed as a sign of respect and greeting and lead to a room. They opened the door for him as he stepped in and they closed the door behind him. Ben was surprised to see Satanika who was dressed in a black Kimono with beautiful prints of gold fishes and her hair falling behind her back. He slowly walked up to the table and sat down opposite her who was eating her meal.

he told her. “That’s all right.” Nya was shivering so much, her words were difficult to distinguish, even to her own ear. “Just show me your pile of bones or whatever it is you wanted me to see so that I can go home.” He made that face at her again, the one he made when he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slate shook his head, and then stepped a bit closer to the mountain. “You’ll have to come through here.” It was a small hole near the ground, not much more than one meter by one meter in diameter. “Go in there?” she asked. “Are you crazy? Is this how you trick people into becoming your dinner?”

Irina managed to bring Malia to the middle of the forest, one of the wild forests on the outskirts of Moonwood City. The forest bordering Northernwood and Eastwood, a place where Archie's misfortune, Ash's best friend, has been turned into a hybrid by Damien. Dark. There is no light coming in at all. In fact, the crescent light couldn't sneak through even a speck of things. Malia's tiny body shook violently. She shuddered at the sound of a lick on her left side. At that time, Irina was licking the rest of Malia's blood that stained her long nails.