Maki Zenin Novels & Stories

“Ah… Yes, I forgot to mention that… Every time you guys bring me info about some really bad yokai or some c*ap I’ll go kill it and you guys can evolve from eating the flesh of that yokai.” On hearing this, all of them jump up in joy and agree to every single thing they would be commanded to do. “We pledge allegiance to you, boss!” and each and every one of them kneel in front of her. “You guys can get up now…” says Makimi with a huge grin of accomplishment on her face. “So now it’s your turn to talk… Who’s the one giving you orders?” “Yes… It’s Se…” and pop goes the head of the yokai talking.

It was like any normal watermelon, just that it had two distinct markings on either side and on the center of the two marks, was a hole that ran from one side to the other. “What is this?” Ejima asked. “This,” Ngozi pointed to the watermelon. “Is a target melon” “Well?” Ejima shrugged. The glee in the eyes of the woman was causing more confusion. “Before the chief died, she predicted that you would shoot this target from a far distance and not miss.” “Ah, hilarious.” Ejima chuckled, “I didn't shoot anything…” She paused when she remembered the flaming arrow and the way she had stopped it. A sudden chill went from her bones, into every part of her body. Could it be that these people had predi