Kokushibo Pictures Novels & Stories

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

Yuriko let out an exasperated hiss and shouted: “Enough jabberin’! No one ain’t goin’ tah fall fer yer warrior-o’-peace act.” She flung two of her throwing knives, eliciting a gasp from Aki. In an eye’s blink, Koumori-shishou moved his shakujō staff up and over his shoulder, reaching down to scratch his back with its rings. The timing was flawless because Yuriko’s knives buried themselves in the wood. The pirates stood with their mouths agape. “Thank you for the hand, my dear, but I can scratch my own back.”

"CLICK!!!! A bright light blinded my eyes for a few seconds, and my vision cleared; I saw a girl standing three feet away from me, holding her phone. She's wearing this oversized shirt, double the right size for her body, baggy pants, and a Converse. She tied her golden brown hair in messy buns above her head. I blink my eyes once, thrice, before everything that happened sinks into my mind. I quickly stood up, and My chair created a loud sound when it scratched on the floor.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

“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.

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

The kuishinbo saw that rush, so it raised its hand, but the man twirled around the hand of the kuishinbo and cut half of its body. When the kuishinbo was slowly falling, it immediately jumped up and stabbed the kuishinbo around its centre until it turned to ashes. The guy rushed, walking towards me, "Are you okay?" He looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry, everything is fine now, you can follow me to take you to one of the-" A large sound clamoured nearby, I saw the guy in front of me looking up, and he said, "Run! Run! Hurry up!"

She seems to be selecting some pictures. I approached behind to her silently and caught a quick glance on the picture where she minimised within a second. Though I saw it in a very slight moment, it was a similar image that etched inside my mind not too long ago. Black lace— in full view. It was taken from below when she was jumping down. …are those pictures of her up-skirt shots? It only took a while for Kuroyuki to reach the ground. Did those guys prepare the camera from their device beforehand?

Kurosava searched through the old and weary objects kept inside the old attic. There were old toys, books, pictures and all other useless and rusty stuff. The attic was filled with cobwebs and rats. Two huge mirrors were supported by the walls. It looked like an old child's playland-- provided how many toys it had. From dolls to mecha robots. There were drawing books and everything was laying there in the worst conditions they could be in. Finally, he found a huge picture of Mr Hiomi and Mrs Hiomi. Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera.