Novel & Cerita Kakashi's Disguise

Before he arrived here, however, he had already put on a disguise. Japanese ninjas had been studying disguise for hundreds of years. With the aid of various technological advancements, their disguise had become so perfect that it was impossible for normal people to see through it. This was also the reason why Kazuo dared to meet Fisher so openly. When Fisher saw Kazuo, he knelt to the ground with a thud and cried, “I beg you! Let my family go… I beg you…” Kazuo stepped forward and pulled Fisher up with one hand. He closed the door with his other hand, and then dragged the man to the sofa in the living room.

There's the bounty hunters and the Ascendants, I should be concerned. But that rush—that thrill—is already creeping in. I exhale. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." "That’s the spirit!" Achilles claps his hands together. "Now, disguise time." I grab my auburn wig, fixing it securely over my real hair. Achilles, meanwhile, transforms effortlessly. His usual disguise takes shape—taller, slim nose, black hair, that ridiculous Aussie accent he always insists on. "Jack’s back, baby," he announces, grinning.

she nodded, but immediately defended, "he keeps everything formal and businesslike here. So, you will be addressed as Miss Kasdeya also." "Sure, no problem." "I'll leave you now to unpack your things. I'll see you downstairs in an hour," she tilted her chin up again (I realized a habit), then she left the room immediately. The moment I was alone, I laid down on bed, contemplating on what I got into. Weighing the good and the evil. Disguising is a lie, but I had to help aunt Jodie. I called aunt Jodie and informed her that Calliope accepted me as a reliever. She was so happy and tearful when we talked. I did not tell her about my disguise, it would only worry her.

“I have orders to bring you in alive or dead. Orders from the top. But the top brass didn’t say that it’s a requirement, and neither did they say not to hurt you. And you’ve sure got a lot to answer for, seeing what you’ve put us through.” Kanzaki smirked. “As expected from a Phantom,” he said. “But you both should know this as well. Just because I’m a scientist doesn’t mean that I’m totally helpless when it comes to defending myself.” He then withdrew a long Japanese katana[1] from his side which both Yuri and Ren hadn’t noticed until now, because of the white doctor’s coat he was wearing. “You learn a lot of things when you are in prison. Especially ways to fight and methods to toughen you

Besides, a scratch is still a wound so it's better to be specific about it. Then I looked back at Kaya. “Let's go, Kaya.” The smile on my lips had disappeared as I put on the blindfold I had taken off earlier from my eyes. “What are you gonna use that for?” I heard Kathleen asked, her voice was filled with curiosity. I chuckled. “Disguise. Besides, they already know that I'm blind and because my eyesight was lost, for them, it was easy to infiltrate the pack, go against me, and even planned to fight with me because I'm weak in their eyes.”

“It seems the disguise works.” Kaiden chuckled beside me. His graying hair was now pitch-black, his regal features masked by the illusion spell. He looked ten years younger, though his commanding presence was impossible to hide. The taller warrior stepped forward, eyes darting nervously. He bowed his head before saying, “Forgive us, Your Majesty. We didn’t recognize you.” “That’s the point,” I said, walking past him. “If you did, the illusion would be useless.” He gulped, trying to stand straighter. “Y-yes, of course.”

"Fine, but if we're supposed to be out even longer, how does that even work?" "Hey," greeted a soft voice nearby. Trisha turned and stared at the speaker. "Logan? What are you doing here?" Kanda scowled beside her his whole posture hardening. "I was just in the neighborhood." Logan was wearing a hoodie, which looked strange to her. Seeing him in anything but fancy just didn't seem right on him. He even had a pair of black glasses on. "What are you wearing?" Kanda demanded. "I have to disguise myself, if I walk around looking like I normally do, I get mobbed."

"I might be old, but my eyes still work great. How can I not recognize a young man like you?" "Oh? Is that the case?" Caspian nodded and slowly removed his conical hat, "I thought you knew I’d be here long ago, so you've been waiting…" Looking at the sallow middle-aged man's face under the hat, the old woman who cooked suddenly stopped, and the expression on her face instantly froze. "Look, I'm a young man! Are you surprised?" Caspian grinned. Daisy taught Caspian the disguise technique. Although he could not deceive high-level cultivators, there was no problem tricking ordinary ones.

Hibiki stammered from where he stood below my window, a rope and grappling hook in his hand. He was in plain clothes rather than a uniform, and his expression… god, it broke my heart. I was waiting for him to turn tail and run as far from me as possible. To realize I’m more than just a yakuza boss’ daughter. I’m the greatest assassin our clan has ever known. I sighed, lifting the mask up a little before jumping down to land a few feet from him.

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.