Morioh Japan の小説・ストーリー

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

They needed to prepare themselves for battle. Ejima went on deeper into the forest and when she thought that it would not stop, she heard voices. It was faint and oddly familiar. She has heard it once or twice in the shrine, back in the village. Her heart sank into her stomach. Could it possibly be that she was in the house of the gods? Or were the missing toe creatures the voices that had been calling on to her for the past three moons? She stopped behind a tree and opened the curtain of leaves that obstructed her view.