Kirisame Marisa Touhou Novels & Stories

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

In an instant, Marris's face softened, she patted the crying girl's head and hugged her tightly: "I'll take care of this later, don't worry, girl. What's your name?" "I...I'm Kasai Natsumi" Natsumi stammered shyly. Cowardly like this, why do people put their heads on their necks? Maybe one day I will die unjustly and I don't know the way to complain. Marris met many people like this and she couldn't sit still and watch a play every time. She smiled reassuringly. “Um okay. You go to my room T-251, and I'll take care of everything here."

Emma Rosy stood up and walked to her side, reached out and cupped her chin, the expression on her face looked like a shura from hell to Marisa. "You can't touch me ......" Marisa tried to struggle away from her hand, but found that her grip had somehow become so strong. "If you touch it, I'll have to double it back on you." Emma Rosy interrupted her directly. In the middle of They talking, Emma Rosy heard a footstep behind her. She turned her head and saw Alex Brown standing there with a sarcastic smile on his face. After releasing her hand, Emma Rosy picked up the cloth on the table and wiped it, with a look of disgust on her face that made Marisa's heart burst with anger. "Then I'll leave

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get