Sasori Puppet Novels & Stories

Thee shall not hurt my own mistress, thee shall meet it's death. My eyes widened even more when I heard that voice from Sushi. The voice that seemed like a whisper was loud and terrifying. Like a voice attached is death. I saw how the sentinels turned pale. Elijah also stood up and was obviously alarmed especially by the sudden change in Sushi's appearance. But I don't understand why Sushi grew up. He's just a puppy! "N-necromancer!" I saw that the prime minister's soul seemed to have fled. Fear registers on their faces. The servants screamed and ran away from the stage because of fear. If before they were not afraid of Sushi, now they are afraid because they know what he is. I'm sure they a

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

It did not utter any single word as it waited for its master’s command. “Sora,” Santi called it, “You’ve been asleep for centuries. I bet you hadn’t stretched your muscles yet. How about you exercised for a bit?” The black irises of Sora slowly turned into purple. It had waited for its master to say it. Sora already felt its paws twitched in excitement. “Yes, master.” Sora said as it bowed its head. Afterwards, it turned into a black smoke as it disappeared in the room. Santi, who was left on his daughter’s chamber, raised his head for a bit while his eyes were closed. Then, the corner of his mouth rose. “I bet they would like the gift that I sent.” He said and laughed.

Sora wanted to break free, but found that the other party's hold was very tight. "Then... Sora-chan, are you willing to come with me?" The coat is open. The man's neck was densely covered with disgusting Originium crystals, and above his chest, a device with a constantly flashing red light was tightly tied to his body.

(Sasu) Sasu who is muttering his irritation towards the already immobile and broken spirit, Second in command of the Assassin group. Despite the injured and bloodied right shoulder of the assassin, Sasu just roughly manhandled him and hand cuff his hands. “You..You!…You beast!..animal!……I would never be captured by you all!…..”.(Senior Disciple John)

In an instant, experts in Higurashi Shrine were all woken up by this voice. The older generation of expert swordsmen, who were sleeping in the shrine and secretly cultivating, all opened their eyes. Mr. Sasaki, who was sent flying, was stunned with his eyes widened. His name was Toro Sasaki. He was Aoda Sasaki’s grandson. Toro didn’t think the people who came would be brave enough to call his grandfather out like that. One ought to know that his grandfather was already Higurashi’s number one expert a few decades ago. Moreover, he was known as the first swordsman in Japan. Many people had died under Toro’s grandfather’s blade.

"You're acting strangely, like you have seen a ghost." "Maybe," the man said, "I have." "Do I look like a ghost?" "No." "Then, continue what you were doing and leave me alone." "That sword…" "What is it now?" "You're…you're Sasaki Tokunaga." "Yes. And you are…" "I am Toyama Daido." "Never heard of you," Sasaki turned, ready to leave. "Where do you think, you are going?" Daido almost started barking. "How can you turn your back to me?"

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

He smiled and then glanced around the place before he hummed softly. "Should've brought Charles," he laughed out under his breath. "He's getting jealous lately...." The waiter brought us our drinks then. I looked towards Silas and smirked. "So you got a exterminator?" I asked. He looked up towards me and then smiled. "I've got a feisty spirit," he told me and then took a bite. "Ever heard of Inari? He let us keep one of his kitsunes to help show the world to. Toru is doing a great job of keeping that demon away. Why? Got something that could get rid of it forever?" He purred towards me and took another bite of rice.

Somito said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Somito, wait for the sync!" Zilo tried to grab him, but the old cook was already moving. Somito didn't use a gun. He used the obsidian mace Sofia had given him. He swung it with a strength born of decades of manual labor and a newfound, sapphire-fueled vitality. The mace caught the clone in the side of the head with a sickening, crystalline crunch. The creature didn't scream; it hissed, its orange core flaring as it tried to stabilize.