Kusunoki Mimic Novels & Stories

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

The man looked extremely sad, as if his wife and children had just died. “Clan leader, how can I help you? The tone of speech also changed from frivolous to sad. This was Nine Tails’s ninja skill. Nine Tails with Thousand Faces! Nine Tails’s skill was not the strongest, but they had a powerful ninja skill that no one else had. It was a face-changing skill. They could be male or female in any shape. They could imitate any person and can be ninety-nine percent similar to the other person. People could not tell the difference without a magnifying glass under the sun.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

Leah shouted, her voice a whip-crack of authority. The creature’s violet sockets pulsed. It wasn't just light; it was a rhythmic lure, designed to freeze the nervous system through the optic nerve. Daniel, ever the analyst, had already averted his gaze, focusing instead on the creature's center of gravity. Victor, however, was trembling, his hand hovering near a heavy branch on the forest floor, his knuckles white as he fought the urge to stare into the abyss. "It’s a mimic," Daniel hissed, his voice clinical despite the sweat beading on his forehead. "Bio-organic feedback. It’s using Alden’s voice because it’s the last authority we recognized. It’s not just hunting us; it’s deconstructing u