Phantom Troupe Shizuku Novels & Stories

’ [Yes] ‘Mind your own business. [The place looks messed up though] ‘What did you see? A kappa? Or did you see the kuchisake- onna?’ [Author’s Note: ‘kuchisake- onna’ is the ‘mouth-slit woman’] [Why would the kuchisake- onna be there?] ‘Weird right? That’s not all. Ritsu was sucked in by something other than the two of them.’ [You said you’re in Hokkaido. How long can you hold out?]

she said, leaving the second duffel bag on the floor to unzip it. “He’s more than welcome to leave,” I replied. “Oh, shut up and come help me.” After we set the extra equipment, Trisha checked the SLS screen. “Hey, Kujo, can you wave hi at me?” she said, and clapped with a merry giggle. “Oh, boy, you’re big! And you look great on screen.” Isaac couldn’t keep himself from taking a peek. His face went over a dozen frowns, grimaces and twists of surprise, fear and disbelief when he realized it wasn’t a camera glitch and the sticks were lining out what was actually there.

“They think you’re possessed now?” Takuto scowled. “You set me up.” His teeth clenched. “You wanted them to find me.” Rishi lifted his phone lazily, flashing a text from Misaki. “Yamada’s booked a ticket to Shizuoka. She’ll be here by noon.” The message sent a chill down Takuto’s spine. The final piece of their tangled past had begun to move. At breakfast, Takuto made a show of innocence, his voice raised just enough.

When Shane nodded, she pulled several coils of colored rope from underneath her chair. Shamira's soul was smiling. This was SO staged, but she did not care. Banshee was a master (or mistress, if you will) of Kinbaku, a very beautiful, artistic form of Japanese bondage. Dessert was brought out as Banshee painstakingly removed Shamira's current bonds only to replace them with a web of brightly colored rope. By the time the Japanese woman was done, it looked as if Shamira, on her knees, had tried to push her way through a spider's web.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let go of meeeee.” “Good girl.” Hikaru said and patted her head. “Blegh.” Hina stuck her tongue out at him. Just then, it was their turn to board the ride. While Hikaru kept his tablet, Nozomi ordered the shikigami inside Hikaru’s shadow to sneak into Yosuke’s shadow. When it moved, Nozomi shivered again and rubbed her arms to settle her goosebumps. ‘Will this go away with time and experience?’

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Itachi complimented them. "We bought it last Christmas" Itsumi replied. Both girls wore a shorthand fled gown stopping midway down their thighs, a purse to match their outfit and matching black shoes. While Itsumi's gown was green in colour with her purse, Sakiko wore a sapphire blue gown with a blue purse to go. Their hair was let down, Itsumi's had hers near her breast while Sakiko's flowed behind her below her butt. The pair were a sight to behold. Sasuke walks to meet Sakiko, "You look lovely as always" he winked at her.

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

All the three Slayers could see was the illusion of him dusting off Yuriko’s blades. “Now, so we would not be criticized as bad hosts… Sasha, please entertain the Captain. Aki, you have already met Ms. Kirishima. It would be a shame if you two did not do some real kunoichi bonding. And Temujin, you remember our old friend Ganzorig?” Finally, Koumori-shishou stood up. “Leave the rest to me.” “Why ye pompous dress-wearin’ almsman!” Zaterra shouted.

shouted someone from one of the ships. Kamikakushi was the authority in charge of overseeing the martial arts community of Japan. They were similar to Six Doors in terms of the roles they played, with the only difference being their country of jurisdiction. “He is Kito, and the people on the deck are the Phantom Samurais, the strongest division in all of Kamikakushi!” The various organizations on their respective ships began introducing the identity of the unannounced guest. Kamikakushi, the official authority in Japan. The Phantom Samurais, their strongest fight team. Kito, the leader of the Phantom Samurais.