Kunoichi Costume の小説・ストーリー

‘As long as they live, they won't stop haunting me…’ Noah gripped his twin dagger and followed them downstairs, ’I need to kill them all, once and for all before they could harm those around me! *** Mi-Yeong sneered happily when she saw Noah was arriving. The Cheong pack’s Luna proudly wore a hanbok, a traditional Korean clothes with wrap front top, long, high-waist skirt, with scarlet-red color. In-tune with her dress, her hair styled in Eo’yeo Meori, which was an exclusive large-wig for married women from high rank family. They were gathered in the front yard of Horton pack. It was quite an open space, with a mix of grass and dirt.

She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants and open toed sandals. A smell similar to a combination of cedar and lavender wafted in Kronos’s nose. This woman must be of the Ryoharu Kitsune Tribe. The Kitsune were known assassins, sneaky, intelligent, and masters at deception. Kronos looked at the other female who looked to be a few winters older than Kronos. She had a narrow face with a cleft chin. She had long silver hair that was braided. She was tall, standing at least six foot nine, and burly for a woman. She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her.

Probably in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties at most. And he was dressed in traditional attire. A Keikogi. Specifically, a black tailored hakama paired with a kendogi, the traditional upper garment worn in the Japanese martial art of Kendo. An obi was tied neatly around his small waist, completing the set. He wore a full-on martial arts outfit. I wasn't expecting that. "Kyoto," Mr. Reynor said smoothly, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I see you're still as vibrant as ever." Kyoto grinned, his smile warm and genuine. "You don't look bad yourself, Donovan."

Just then I sighted a hoodie I haven't even touched or worn for a long time. I was cladded in a long, sleeve, kimono slit gown. The sleeves are not flared though. But it looks like the ones the Japanese wear. I found myself wearing short heels with it. I put on the sunshades and I loved it. I was looking breathtaking. I moisturize my lips with the gloss that I bought at the mall. . . . ……..

Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper.

“Still I’ve been running away from home, for a long time, I know how to pack my belongings in a way that I can take whatever I want in a way that I won’t overflow even my ETC”, she muttered, “For now, I’m just separating everything so none of my essentials and liquids trip on to my clothes, I think even if I end up smelling like an apothecary, Ookami and every kid in school never mind the team will take a good step back”, she stated as she piled a few clothes on top of each other. Her clothes were simple, a mix of traditional Japanese clothes, assuming the few slinky silk and cotton long sleeved gown shaped clothes were Japanese by origin, and the others plain jeans and t-shirts, with a few

Hikari asked. “No. She’ll appreciate the food because I am great at cooking.” “I bet rude comments will fire at you later,” said Yami. “She won’t comment anything bad about the food but she will say mean stuffs to me. That’s given.” On the other room, Mizuko just finish her warm bath and now she is much better. The only problem are her clothes. They are still wet and she doesn’t know why but she could not use a spell. With only a thin towel around her, she went out of the bathroom. She looks around and her eyes darted at the lovely tulle dress on the bed. It has butterfly design on its hips and sleeves and around the collar area. It was light purple and it’s just gorgeous.

“Chris. He’s the most silent member….doesn’t socialize, doesn’t relate with anyone and usually wears a face cap or head warmer” “Hmm” “Avoid this one the most though, he uses a katana” “Huhhhh?!”, I almost jumped. “How does he carry it around? This isn’t anime??” “He wears a kimono around so he’s pretty hard to miss…. There was really no information about him but I know he has a horrible fashion sense” “I know rightttt?!… kimono with a head warmer? Who does that?!” “I actually meant Nike Air Force with a kimono, but that works too…”

The years passed and I've grown numb to gossips and rumors about me. It was my 18th birthday and my family had prepared a big party for me. The venue was in a hotel far from our house. My mother, father and brother had already left and I was at home getting my hair and makeup done. My mother bought a fancy kimono for me to wear. It was similar to a traditional kimono only it was longer. It was made of the most beautiful and high quality silk fabric. It had tiny Sakura flowers embroidered onto it. The color of the kimono matched my hair and eye color. The kimono closely resembles the kimono Nōhime wore in one of her paintings.

One mumbled beside me “Thank you Luna ýungè.” I replied and she sat back. She was the only one who didnt come in a corset like the others, she wore a traditional white Japanese robe with her hair styled just like the way they did. “I am—.” “Luna—.” Another two stood at the same time to speak. “You go then Kaira.” The other said and backed down as she sat. The mix feelings between these ladies was something I couldn't miss. They sat together but I could see how hard it was for them to tolerate each other.