Mikasa Ships Novels & Stories

In his hand was a longbow, and he also carried a quiver of arrows on his back. Obviously, he was the person who had fired the arrow moments ago. Other than that, at least a few dozen machine guns lined the bow of the ship, with a gunner manning it and their muzzles trained at Tyr’s vessel. They were only an order away from firing. So, who was it? Which organization in Japan was actually capable enough to have dozens of machine guns installed, ready to fire, on their ship? “It’s them, Kamikakushi!” shouted someone from one of the ships.

The motorboat was now close enough to make the faces under the visors could see. Unexpressed. One lifted a gun. No gun. Something bigger. An anesthetic rifle. Jonas cursed. Decisions. Now.” Mara saw the big ship. Then the dark channel. Then the box. She didn't have to think for a second. “To the left!” Elias rushed right away. With all strength. The little boat turned sharply. The men in the motorboat called something. The loudspeaker on the big ship started to speak again, but a wave swallowed the words.