Kusunoki Mimic Novels & Stories

Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.” Bushinjutsu (Clone) was another specialty of Aki’s clan. She had yet to reach the mastery required to execute it and the most she could achieve was the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu (Rapid Image). During the fight with Dragonkist Ryūjin near Pukkitunturri, for instance, Aki moved with such speed that she managed to leave behind fading but discrete images of herself.

I shout, I am certain my eyes and hair are red. “Look!” someone else shouts, their facade melted away revealing the true form of a mimic black, with hollowed eyes, no nose or ears and a mouth like an Angler Fish. I keep my hold onto them but retract my flames “who put you up to this?” “we know nothing” they answer in unison, “if you do not answer me I will destroy your core and disintegrate them” “you know not where our cores are located so your threat means nothing”

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish. I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a s

It moved as if intending to attack them the same way it had struck down their fallen comrades, only to be repelled by the barrier's defense. The creature hesitated, looking puzzled as it scanned its surroundings. But when its gaze fell on Lance and the others huddled together, it let out another piercing scream. "Help me! It hurts, it hurts so much! Help!" The cry came in the exact voice of the man standing beside Lance. The uncanny mimicry made everyone shudder; the sound was so convincing that, had they heard it from within the forest, they might have rushed straight into danger. Yet, despite the chill it sent down his spine, Lance felt a flicker of relief. The guard's speculation was righ

All he did was to walk a bit further and the birds all flocked to him. "At this rate, one could call him a chick magnet" Mina said mockingly. Others managed to get a beast that suited them. Yamato got a tiger, fubuki got a bear and a penguin. Kojiro got a turtle, and inumaki got a lion. Lee got an eagle but Susan wasn't compatible with any of the animals.

— It’s a good comparison, but it doesn’t fit Aronohai Misa. With her easygoing character, her heterochromic eyes, and the controlled sense of danger she exudes— she’s more like an exotic large feline. Like a tiger pretending to be domesticated by a hare. Sakura would find the situation amusing, if she weren’t the ‘hare’ in question. She opens her mouth to try saying something but is cut off by Misa’s strange actions. The she-alpha drags Sakura’s palm down the side of her face and repeatedly nuzzles into it. Either she’s playing into her role of a tiger, or she really likes the scent of Sakura’s pheromones.

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.