My Ninja Girl 4 by Gideon Caldwell (latest novels to read .TXT) 📕

Everything had been ironed to the point that there was a crisp line along the sleeves and pant legs, all of it starchy, Micah noticing that the shirttails were much longer than they were in his country, and that they dropped into a nice arch rather than a flat line at the bottom seam. There was something reflective about the material as well, a sheen to it, which he noticed only after he put it on and was able to see it in the light.

Micah took a look at himself in the mirror, his naturally spiky brown hair jetting off to the side, something different about his neck line, as if he had lost a few pounds over the last week. He wouldn’t be surprised. Gone were the days that he was fueled by university classes, stress, and comfort food. Micah wasn’t quite a hardened warrior, but he was around hardened warriors and it was bound to rub off at some point. He also looked out of place in the Heian clothing, as if he were missing a pair of rabbit ears to balance out the outfit.

It will have to do, he thought as he smoothed his hands over the front of his clothing.

He heard chatter outside the door, and once he was ready, Micah headed down the stairs and to the main dining area, where he found that all of them were now dressed and seated at the table, Soraya bringing in piping hot food from the kitchen with Milsung’s assistance. The only person missing was Choro.

“Sleep well?” Liza asked, the nun in something akin to silken green robes, which sort of went to show that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, considering her status as a nun. The Royal Star Ninjas wore fitted, angular clothing, Micah recognizing it as something that some kind of security apparatus would wear, all aside from Soraya, who was playing the princess part in a sparkling green dress. It was weird to see her in something like that, Micah never really having a glimpse of her petite form aside from her athletic gear, which he had grown used to. The kitsune was shorter than the others, sure, but the way the dress was cut around her breasts and waist accented her subtle curves, showcasing the perkiness of her ass as she turned around to grab something else from the kitchen, her tail bouncing behind her, curled at its tip.

“Like what you see?” Micah’s grandmother asked, the elderly woman in a pantsuit of sorts, a silk scarf tied off around her neck.

“Yeah… What? No, I was just…” Micah swallowed. “I was hungry.”

His grandmother gave him a roguish grin. “Hungry for a little fox tail? Ha!”

“Come on…”

“You didn’t get your fill last night?”

“Anyway,” Micah said as he reached for a croissant with cheese and ham inside. Soraya really had gone all out. “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh-oh,” Bunni said, wiggling her nose at Micah. “Should we be concerned, dear?” She sent a hand across the table and placed it on Micah’s, which caused Yuri to smirk. Milsung, who sat next to her sister, offered Micah a morning chin nod, but didn’t say anything else.

He still didn’t know what to make of Milsung, or her part in this group.

“Have you seen this stuff?” Choro asked as he came into the room, a wild look in his eyes, the pudgy man clutching a stack of graphic novels. “They practically have a library of graphic novels in my room, and before you ask, they have every My Ninja Girl book. Every last one.” He placed the graphic novels on the table to emphasize his point. “Seriously. Including volumes we don’t have in Neo-Hokkaido.”

“That was the comic you had back in your little hovel in the Golden Trash District, right?” Bunni asked. “I remember that one. Sort of a ridiculous story, but it was close enough to the truth.”

“What are you talking about?” Micah asked him.

“What I just said—they have every issue. Hold up, I’ll show you.” Choro went back to the room he’d been sleeping in and returned with another stack, which he also placed on the table. “I didn’t know the series had this many volumes; in Neo-Hokkaido, there’s something like five to seven volumes. It’s practically double that here. And speaking of which, why are they here in the first place? In this hotel room, of all places. And why this particular series, though? The others in my bedroom sort of make sense. They are mostly political thrillers and a few classics.”

“Maybe they think diplomats like comics?” Milsung suggested.

“No, diplomats like whoring, unmarked bills, having their prostates stimulated, and illicit drugs,” Micah’s grandmother said matter-of-factly. “What you should be looking for here, Choro, is a hidden entrance or some way to slip a prostitute out once someone’s spouse shows up. That would be our exit if someone tried to collect on payment for the room.”

“You worry too much,” Bunni told her “Our diplomat strategy is safe, at least for a day or two. That said, we still need to find some money before then.”

“I already told you my idea,” his grandmother replied as she lifted her two wrinkled hands into the air. “I’m sure Choro and Micah here would be okay with it.”

“I would use whatever credit we have from Neo-Hokkaido,” Micah said, ignoring his grandmother, “but that would make us trackable, and I don’t what the exchange rate is, not that that last part really matters.”

“Seriously? Is no one interested in these comics?” Choro asked as he lifted one of them, showing the cover to the group. It featured a team of female ninjas kicking forward alongside a few other surprising characters.

“Wait a minute, are they fighting with a nun?” Micah asked. “Who’s the guy in the helmet?”

“Looks mighty familiar, doesn’t it? Or should I say, doesn’t he?” Choro asked.