Shinobi Story の小説・ストーリー

As soon as they had passed by it, the lake re-appeared. On their way into the forest on one of the rugged paths, prince Brown noticed a small brown pocket book. It's covers beaten by years of being passed down through generations so it seemed. Shinja's charm book. He picked it up before everyone else noticed it and did not mention it to anyone. The search team trudged on in silence, a few of them mumbled about the creepiness that surrounded where they were but that was all.

“I can lit the lights in my house but no more than that.” “What else you can control? Even slightly?” “Hm. Once I summoned a spark of fire. With enough concentration I can move small objects. I can move droplets of water on glass. Maybe that is it.” “What about physical qualities?” “I can fight different styles, depending on situation, but prefer to avoid it. I’m an assassin, loud fights are not my style. I can use a lot of weapons but prefer daggers and my katana, it is light, easy to carry and use. I’m also a good marksman. How about you?”

Uncle Shinji compliment us she likes calling us boys,. "Ofcourse uncle we are good at acting innocent like we cant even hit a people act hahaha" Kenzo said with laugh the other kings laugh to yes we acted us a bait with innocents we know that one of our members is a spy so acting like we cant even kill was a success.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

I snorted and pointed the gun at Shinobu’s head. “Yūri, let’s talk about this.” Shinobu tried to speak, his voice squeaking. “I’m done talking. No one, I repeat, no one pretends to be me.” With that, I pulled the trigger. “Yūri!!!” “OH MY GOD!!” “HE’S DEAD!!” The screams of terror erupted in the room as Shimobu’s body slumped in his chair, his head falling to the side.

She said in the same dreamy voice. “I need you to tell me something. I know that you work for this benefactor like that person who visited the Hinagi Dojo and Hoshino Nozomi. Can you tell Hoshino about her manga? She hasn't posted anything about this situation and we know that she's been attacked. Is there any way we can have some hint of the future up to this point?” The woman shrugged. “Zhuyun is still unconscious my friend however, she predicted being attacked and said that you need to trust yourself. That is sadly the only advice I can give you. I will show you something but we have no time to waste.”