Kirishima Shirts Novels & Stories

His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur. “I stand as a representative of the five nations of the Cobalt Union. We also have prepared counter measures to face the enemy. Who are we up against anyway?” Shima asked the question that was in everybody’s minds. Shima was a fish beastman, or more generally called a fishman. Shima’s skin was a mixture of fish scales on top of human skin that were both soft blue in colour. He had five gills on each side of his neck that were constantly expanding and shrinking as he ‘breathed’. His hair was long with green-blue colour and was curly. His eyes were so dark brown that it almost seemed black. His attire was the japanese yukata that exposed a part

The sound of chanting ‘Al’ filled the venue. Finally, Jessie made a temporary gesture to stop everyone's enthusiasm. "Alright, thank you all for your love and recognition of Al. Just now, with Al's consent, Mr. Frost's 'Winter Frost' outfit will also be included in our Ramirez Collection's autumn new series. For those who like it, you can also pre-order it on our official website." As Jessie's words fell, the atmosphere at the venue soared once again. Al's clothing generally belonged to the high-end limited edition category, so being able to pre-order it on the Ramirez official website was definitely a privilege.

The sound of a ship horn suddenly blasted through the ocean as a huge oceanliner appeared across the horizon, headed for Tyr’s ship at full speed. A massive vessel dwarfing all the ships in its vicinity, it created huge ripples and waves wherever it sailed, rocking the many retreating ships. A flag was flown on its mast, black in color with the word ‘Kami’ embroidered on both sides. At least a hundred people, samurais to be exact, stood on the deck of the ship. Dressed in black armor and wearing black masks, they looked old-fashioned, more like the samurais of ancient Japan. The leader of these warriors, who stood in the very front, had the same outfit on, with the addition of a cape. In his

she replied sparingly and not even smiling. Lara felt horrified at the tone of Ameira's words and just shook her head in disgust. "Oh, our head said you should change. Our location is in the pool right now because they lack staff so we will replace them," Lara reluctantly told her as she handed her the revealing black dress with a white tie. Ameira stared at it; her forehead slightly furrowed. "Isn't that a little too revealing to wear to work?" she asked.

She pointed at the white kimono again. "Is that a shiromuku?" Akiko finally managed to name the kimono correctly. "Yes," Miura confirmed with a wide smile. Shiromuku was a white kimono traditionally worn for Shinto weddings. "Am I supposed to wear it? Me?" Akiko pointed at herself. "Yes, because you're getting married again today. You’re going to have the wedding ceremony you never had before," Miura said with a beaming smile.

“Hurry up and bring her over. Young Master Takei has been waiting for a long time!” “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I have to admit that the ladies of the great Country H are amazing. It’s no wonder Young Master Takei has a crush on her at first glance. Thus, we’ll have to bring her over no matter what.” The leading male Islander had the word “Kamishita” printed on his clothes. He had a wretched smile, and he looked devilish. “I didn’t come to Hong Kong for nothing this time!”

Regardless of whatever it was he was grateful to get a chance to try the top-notch cuisine foodies had been raving about. A hostess in a black kimono with a red obi greeted us with a bow and the traditional “irasshaimase” used to welcome a customer into an establishment. She had her hair in an elaborate shimada. Admiring the cherry blossom pin she wore to keep the strands in place, we returned the greeting and gave his name, mentioning that he was Zen Kirishima. She nodded and indicated with a delicate tilt of her head for us to follow her. Servers wearing kimonos in red with black obis carried trays laden with food into several of the Compartment rooms. It seeme that they were really busy b

Silence and emptiness had mended the crips of the birds. Ejima rested her hands on her sling as she roamed the narrow path. As a novice in the shrine, she was not allowed to wear a sword, but that does not mean she was harmless. She was a sling master and could cause twice the damage as any good sword. War was not something anyone in their right senses would wish for. She has not seen one herself but she’d heard too many scary tales from her husband to desire one. The hunger, the killings, and the tragedy. It was too heavy a mental picture to draw, let alone wishing for one. The gods forbid we have wars in this harvest period. Ejima prayed as she rounded the narrow path and into the village