Novel & Cerita Japan Urban Legends

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

asked Edmund. "Yes, true. The island of legends is located on top of Genbu's giant tortoiseshell, which can fly and is invisible,” replied Cassia. “I read one of the books at the Brighton Library. Genbu is a giant green turtle that can fly. From what I read, gigantic branches grew from its horn-like head and vines that resembled a beard, and its black, mossy shell seemed to be surrounded by a mist in the shape of a white snake. On top of that shell is the yokai stealth village,” said Astrid.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

That is also the time when I finally decided to ask him, “What is Shiku Itikito?" He was shocked by my question then, “Since you are the only one who successfully killed him, I think that you deserve to know. Each country has its own myths and legend, right? Here in japan are the yokai, and what you killed is their leader. Yes, their leader indeed. The twelve ronins are yokai's, they've been here for a long time now. There is a lot that you need to know.” he paused then, “Want some advice to survive in your work? Better make sure to studies the myths and legends of your next assignment.”

Once upon a time, many many years ago, there was an urban legend going around about humans. It was said that weird creatures lured out at night, and ate humans to survive. Creatures like ghosts, spirits, werewolves, and vampires. The humans thought of it as a big threat and they closed themselves into their homes every night. Though those creatures never really came out, so the legend died down after a while. It didn't go unnoticed tho, that on the nights of special occasions, sounds of terror would unleash themselves. The legend was now dead, in the era we lived. Truth be told, no one knew why those creatures were around.

Camden said and looked at Natasha with questioning eyes while waiting for the link to open. "Why? Are you telling me that you don't?" Natasha said. "I'm not saying that, all I mean is that you should quit stereotyping," Camden said. "I second to that," Emman added. "Yeah, whatever," Natasha said and shrugged. They all turned back to their laptops where the link that Knoxx sent them has already opened. It led them to a website about legends in the City of Light, it was opened on one specific legend actually. It was called the Legend of True Sight.

She even had her EyeCast out, and took some great shots of the urban scenery around her. Japan had become one gigantic city, with multiple levels both above and below the ground. Like many others, it had become a megacity, and was home to close to a billion people. Calling the city densely populated was putting it lightly. Miko explored the many businesses and shops at the city center near what used to be Akiba, up and down multiple levels. She found that the charm of the lights and the sounds had made their way through to this universe. And all the little food booths along the side of the roads, or in the small alleyways delighted her to no end.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."

"I thought that was an urban legend. A creepypasta for hackers." "Urban legends usually have a seed of truth," Jack muttered. He stepped closer to inspect the wall. Suddenly, a blinding spotlight clicked on from the top of the barricade, pinning them in its glare. "HALT!" The voice was amplified, raspy, and sounded like it was gargling gravel. "STATE YOUR BUSINESS IN THE KINGDOM OF THE BELOW, SURFACE DWELLERS!" Jack shielded his eyes. "We're just passing through. We mean no harm."