Mochizou Tamako Market Novels & Stories

“But I can’t stay out too late.” “Deal!” they cheered. They walked together through the glowing bustle of Ikebukuro. Neon lights flickered, signs flashed, and the sound of street chatter filled the air. “I’m dropping by Animate real quick,” one of them said. “Didn’t you go two days ago?” another teased. “Yeah, but there’s a limited edition merch out today, I don’t want to come back on the weekend!” Everyone laughed. Sakura chuckled along. Amid the chatter, she found herself thinking…

(Mento) As he shouted for promotions and at the same time also cleaning and gutting the Sea Bream on his cutting blocks, Mento were happy, Mento is one of the famous fish monger at new City Wet Market, because he was the only Merman in the entire market. What unique about him is that, since he was a merman, he was wearing a glass orb covering his head and the entire orb were filled with water. Though he not wearing it currently, but he do wear them alternately after about 2 hours or so. This was his uniqueness that made him famous in the Market, a Merman selling a fish. He was handing a bag filled of Oceanic Produce to his regular customer, Madam Jongi a 2 meter tall Demi-Human of Bear Clan.

What a bunch of weebs. One day, Koji and Indra were in a market district in Bandung to gather some intel about Alfi whereabout while looking for an inn. Koji and Indra explored that dirty road. People and vehicles strolling around every time as the market is a busy district. The smell of meat, fish, muffler must be mixed and ends up an origin scent of the market district, and it’s just normal. Anyone must see some bottles of formalin and borax at the roadside making the market district into real gacha. What happens if you are not lucky enough? Absolute death. On their way, Koji saw a guy being pursued by some dirtbags.

She took a moment to appreciate the serenity and tranquility of the shrine, offering her prayers and reflecting on the harmony between nature and spirituality. For a taste of Tokyo's culinary delights, Luna ventured to Tsukiji Fish Market, the largest wholesale seafood market in the world. She arrived early in the morning to witness the vibrant auction and sample the freshest sushi and sashimi. Luna was captivated by the skill and precision of the sushi chefs as they crafted each piece of sushi with utmost care. The flavors exploded in her mouth, and she savored the exquisite taste of the ocean.

"Okay. I'll buy it. Maybe tomorrow..." "WHAT?!" Akiko exclaimed, shocked at how easily Kenji had delivered on his promise. Mochi from Nakatanidou is very famous. In addition to distance and price, the cake had to be ordered. "Can you get it? That's impossible." Akiko shook her head. Kenji frowned. "Why can't I? Of course, I can." Kenji was unaware of the challenge. "Will you buy it yourself?" It didn't occur to Akiko that Kenji could have someone buy it for him.

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

Following the discussion, Alphas from several packs agreed to establish a special supply route connecting agricultural areas and alchemist laboratories, while also opening up the potential for cross-regional material exchange. Noticing a pause in the discussion, I raised my hand and stood up. “I would like to propose an initiative from the Silvergrove Pack, Moon Market Project.” A moment of silence followed. All eyes turned to me. “Moon Market is an open-air trading hub that operates only at night, under the full supervision of the Supervisory Council and guards from various divisions. There, we can exchange rare potions, information, agricultural products, or even alliances in the form of p

“How are you?” “I’m fine,” Nya said as his arms wrapped around her. The information Gator had told her sprang to mind, but she couldn’t help but hug him back. “The Heart of Magic is in your chest in your castle. It’s yours.” “Thank you, Nya,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” He released her then, looking around, and then asked, “Where’s Gator?” Nya blew out a deep breath. “He’s back in your castle. Cast in stone.”

I wish so badly to go back to when I wasn’t involved with them. A lady clearing her throat gets my attention, and I look up to find three ladies standing in front of me. “Hi!” a chubby, chocolate lady waves at me. She has her hair styled in an all-back braid, dressed in a short body-hug party dress. “I’m Tamara, a new student.” “She’s Yumeko,” Tamara says, pointing at a slim, averagely tall lady with a creepy smile on her face. Dressed in a mini, pleated skirt on a crop shirt, with her hair tied into buns on each side of her head.

Whatever they discussed has left her in high spirits. I am a bit curious about it. Just a bit. I don’t really need to know. “Oh Miyamura, stop making a big deal of everything”. She turns away from him to smile at Sakura— Sakura who seems to wilt at the attention. “Getting the address of the event is the same as getting tickets, so are we going or not?”. “Of course we are”. Surprisingly, it is Riko who replies to her. “We need to find out why the underground market has started dealing in inducers again, this shouldn’t even be a debate”.