Kny Kokushibo 소설 & 이야기

Call me a hypocrite, but the thought of her in the cage was horrifying. "I'm Risk." She put out her hand, and I shook it. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a long braid down her back, and it swung to the side when she moved forward. "I'm Cobra." She smiled at me with a nod of approval. "I like your name." I smiled. "Yours too." She responded before getting distracted by someone over my shoulder. Waiving her hand for someone to join us, she yelled to them.

“Oh, but I have gotten some information on the ninjas. Have you heard of the ancient Japanese organization, Gokudo Soshiki? “This is their logo.” She took her phone out and showed him a picture. It was a picture of a ball of flames. Alex took a look and narrowed his eyes, he felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

Kasuga translated. “Oh, umm… I thought it was the Kurokihebi. It’s not very dangerous when it’s not provoked, but it would try to strangle its enemy and bite them if they’re annoyed enough. It cannot shoot its poison like Gabagabahebi or Rappahebi, but its venom is more poisonous than them. But…” Rina hesitated. “Kurokihebi isn’t that big. It’s only as big as umm, me, I mean, its length is as wide as my shoulder.” Rina emphasized the size while patting her own shoulders.

We stood there, hugging for what felt like hours before he dropped his hands and moved away from me. He led me to the couch and sat me down. I watched as he walked to the drawer by the bed and picked up a polyester bag. He came back to me and squatted before me. I looked at the polyester bag he was holding in confusion. “What is that?" He raised the bag and looked at it. “I brought you sushi on my way back. Have you eaten since morning?”

“How much do you know?! Just spit it out already.” As Kathleen groaned, Tomoya rose, walked towards the bookshelf behind him and took a book in a size of an encyclopedia, bound in silk darkened with times of handling. He sat back down and twisted the darkly patented cover to a full, wide spread. “That’s her penmanship!” Kathleen scowled, attempting to snatch the book from him when he pulled it away in an even faster pace. “It’s very old, for hell’s sake! You could have torn it into two.”

” “If you don’t mind, I want to treat you in my house. It’s a gratitude token.” “Nah. I did it not for that.” “Please!” Koji sighed and accepted the offer. Koji took his phone and asked Indra to meet him at the guy’s house. His house was a vile house in the market district. They entered it and saw a desk and some heaps of old books in every corner. He then took a seat on a big heap of books and let them sit on another heap of books in front of him. “Oh yeah, I haven’t introduced myself, eh? My name is Katon. I am a novelist.” He introduced himself.