Kunoichi Costume Novels & Stories

After that, he turned around to look at Jiro before he said, “Mr. Kobayashi, please wait for a moment. Our eldest young lady has just finished her training and she needs to take a shower first. She will arrive shortly.” When Jiro heard that Nanako was finally willing to meet him, he felt very excited deep down in his heart. However, he maintained his composure and he said calmly, “Okay, Mr. Tanaka. I will just continue waiting for Miss Ito.” About ten minutes later, Nanako, who had already taken a shower, changed into a simple and plain set of Japanese casual home clothes. At this time, there were no traces of the years that she had spent practicing combat and fighting. Instead, she looked l

A Japanese man wearing a Komuso and a Kimono sits on his knees, staring out to the Japanese style doorway, adjusting himself on a tatami mat, a long nodachi by his waist. The sound of licking his lips can be heard behind the Komuso mask, grasping the hilt of his sword, looking down at the mat below him. "Are you coming in?" The man asks, the door sliding open, a blond man with a curled mustache enters, his blue and blue eyes shining against the darkness emitted by the light behind the man.

Now, I wasn't exactly thrilled about that, but since I'd landed in Ronoki, I'd figured out that keeping my mouth shut was the smartest way to survive – unless I wanted a good beating, that is. The outfit they dressed me in was like something you'd see on belly dancers back on Earth, but way more... well, let's just say it was a bit too revealing. The material was so thin it might as well have been transparent, and my nipples? They might as well have been blinking neon signs. They went all out, decking my hair with shimmering jewelry and crafting it into these seriously fancy hairstyles that I've gotta admit, made me look like a million bucks.

She matched it with black kitten heel. Next was, Imelda, she wore Kimono, Japan, kimonos are the ultimate symbol of traditional Japanese culture. From the seventeenth century onwards they developed as the main item of dress for men and woman, and a means of expression for the individual wearer. They are still worn for special occasions in Japan, such as weddings, with modern adaptations making an appearance all over the world. The surface decoration is significant, with symbols such as the crane, for example, indicating good fortune and long life. The look was good as it complimented her well.

Later, when Miura walked with Kenji, Akiko had to hold onto the fan. And finally, what Akiko had been waiting for arrived. The procession, with Kenji at the front, approached the center of the courtyard. Akiko peeked from under the cotton veil and instantly felt like she was transported into a fantasy of ancient Japan. Kenji, dressed in a montsuki haori hakama—the formal black wedding kimono for men with loose black-and-white striped pants—looked unreal. The attire suited him so perfectly that Akiko could believe it if someone told her Kenji was a samurai or a shogun from the past who had traveled through time. All he needed was a katana at his side, and the image would be complete.

She was Sienna's geisha assigned to take care of her. Now it is true to say that not every geisha is traditionally beautiful. These geisha work much harder to get on the top of their art. But this geisha, she was something out of a fairy tale. You can tell a lot about this geisha just by looking at her. Instead of a regular kimono, she wore a geisha kimono that exposes her neckline. In Japanese culture, this is considered the most sensual part of a woman. Her kimono is very long, colourful and intricately adorned with beautifully hand-painted designs. Her collar is red, and her obi (darari obi) is long and wide.

‘I was wondering when you’d come asking questions. Ronin scoffed. ‘I’m assuming you’re willing to answer?’ ‘Perhaps.’ In the next instance, Ronin’s wolf transformed into a wilder version of himself. Kaon was dressed in a black chiton with gold geometric trimmings. The garment stopped mid-thigh, revealing powerful legs strapped with simple leather sandals. A gold leaf crown sat in his hair, making his dark viridian eyes pop. Ronin was stunned. He took a step back, ‘Your eyes… they’re-’

I just need some hint, and she needs to spill it to me. “You’re clueless about the things around here. Let me give you some advice, go home. You won’t even get a second of her time. She will never talk to someone…inexperienced”, Okay, so Sakaguchi is a ‘she’. Now, the numbers could be lowered. How many ladies were wearing a Japanese traditional mask? One, two, three, four. It’s down to four. One’s wearing a Hannya mask. The two were wearing Oni masks, while the last one was wearing a Kitsune mask.

A knock came to the door as he was thinking, and he stopped his thought to open it. Hinako was there when the door was opened. She was wearing a light brown kimono style top and a pair of knee-length shorts with matching color. Her dark hair was styled up into two cute buns and while she didn’t wear any make up, her smile seemed to make up for the touch of beauty in her form. “Good morning!” she greeted cheerfully. Jai smiled warmly at her. “Good morning, Hinako-san.” “Ah! You remembered my name!” Hinako replied with a happy smile.

; Kelly muttered with a kink smile on her face as she gestured for Hinata to go pick a dress quickly. Since she was new to this she just walked side by side against the nicely arranged dresses in the mall, nothing caught her taste till her eyes caught something. She grab it and walked into the changing room. When she got out she was now wearing a mini tight-fitting gown, that shaped out every part of her curves, it was a pinkish dress that was sleeveless and it also has a picture of Chinese art knitted by the side of it. she walked right to the wall mirror to check out her looks when out of a blue a blond came attacking her.