Izumi Iori Novels & Stories

It is already bad enough that Mizuki knew about them, but for reasons unknown, both Riou and the Elder didn’t seem to have any objections that Mizuki knew so much about them. “I see,” said Mizuki with a smile, and the man glanced at Yuri curiously. “I’ll introduce you. Yuri, this is Tendo Amachi-san, a professor at Tokyo University.” Yuri inclined her head politely to the man, and this gesture was returned. “Amachi-san, this is Yuri. Yuri Kirisawa. She is one of my regular visitors here.” Tendo almost choked on his drink at this, and he turned his head so quickly to face Yuri that the girl could have sworn that she almost saw him crick his neck.

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.