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

He crouched before the man who had face-planted on the ground, Micah noticing that a few of his teeth were shattered, and others were missing, that his nose was broken. The man’s eyes came open, fear tracing across them as he saw Micah.

“Please, relax, I’m going to heal you,” Micah told the injured rabbiteer. He placed his hand on the man and lowered his head. Liza still standing guard before him, Micah began to sense the man’s industria. It wasn’t long before his own jaw started to hurt, and he could taste blood in his mouth.

He spat, and continued healing his opponent.

The fight looked like it was just about to end when the hotel doors swung open, and a middle-aged man stepped into the hotel lobby, his beard long and white, robes hanging off his body and dragging on the ground. The ends of his clothing were threadbare and dirty; they matched his tangled beard, but not his haircut. Styled and combed over to one side, with a perfectly executed hard part, the man, who Micah recognized as a monk, seemed to have a million-dollar haircut, his skin clear, every hair on each of his rabbit ears trimmed to perfection.

The monk lifted one hand, and as he did, Micah and the Royal Star Ninjas were flung backward by an invisible force. Liza struck a corner wall and let out a high-pitched yelp. Micah crawled toward her and placed a hand on her side, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to heal what he increasingly sensed was a serious injury.

Pain now spreading down his spine, he managed to crack one eye open just as Bunni approached the monk, her weapon held with both hands as if she would be able to repel his attack with her glaive. The Plains Dweller managed to hold strong for a moment, but it wasn’t long before she was lifted into the air and tossed aside.

Next to engage was Yuri, who was nursing one shoulder as she burst forward, the leader of the Royal Star Ninjas clearing thirty feet in under a second. Wham! Yuri was slammed against the ceiling, and dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor, which spurred a cry of rage from Milsung.

The monk caught the chain of her flail and used it to spin her off to the side, where she collided with some of the furniture. The only one still standing was Soraya, no hesitation on her face as she stepped forward to address the man.

“You fight like a coward,” the kitsune told the mysterious Plains Dweller monk, her ears flitting back as she pointed her short sword at the man.

“You were the one attacking law enforcement,” he told her, his voice almost friendly, as if he were enjoying the challenge. “I was simply on my morning walk when I heard the commotion.”

“They attacked us first,” Soraya told him. “Not that that matters. Do you have a weapon? If so, face me. No industria.”

“Who are you?” the man asked.

Bunni lifted one finger into the air. “I can answer that question. She’s Princess Shortness—”

“—Does it matter who we are?” Soraya hissed, ignoring Bunni, and for that matter, the groans of the rabbiteers all around her.

“I would say it does, considering what I can do with my power,” the monk said. Micah felt a shift in his chest, as if someone had gripped his heart. He fell to the side next to Liza.

Soraya was now on one knee, looking up at the monk with searing hatred, the kitsune still gripping her blade tightly. “Face us, coward…”

“I will ask once more. Who are you?”

Micah’s vision started to blur, his ears barely picking up what Soraya said next. “I am a Royal Star Ninja, Soraya.”

The feeling Micah was experiencing in his chest suddenly dissipated.

“A… Royal Star Ninja?” The monk took a look around. “My vision… So my vision was true?” He placed his hand on his forehead and looked down at the ground. “I never thought…”

Soraya brought her sword to the ready. “Now, will you face me, coward? Or will you continue to use your industria trickery?”

“There is no need for us to fight,” the monk told her, a clearness to his eyes now as he took her in.

“I would say there’s a need.” Yuri got back to her feet, and took her place next to Soraya, gripping her sword with both hands, her shoulder facing the monk. “You’ve made yourself pretty clear in that regard.”

“I don’t want to fight you now that I know who you are,” the man explained. “I have prophesied your arrival, and now… now you are here.”

“Prophecy?” Soraya growled. “Cut the bullshit.”

“Please, lower your weapons. My name is Youseg. Believe it or not, I’m the author of a series of graphic novels that detail your arrival. Of course, some parts may be somewhat embellished, and I wrote the comics fifteen years ago, so things have changed to some degree, but…”

“Wait… you’re Hermane Coofyur?” Micah asked. My Ninja Girl? he thought.

The monk looked over to him. “Why yes, that was my pen name. Let’s… let’s heal these men, and I will vouch for your group from here on out.”

“We need to extradite them…” the leader of the rabbiteers said. He was off to the side, a trickle of blood running down the front of his face.

“Disregard any extradition treaties, and if anyone asks, mention my name,” Youseg told the lead rabbiteer as he approached the man. “This is no normal situation, and it would be best if we don’t make it an inter-country affair. For now, let’s keep the Society of Monks in the dark about their appearance.”

He offered the man his hand, and the man took it. “As you wish, Youseg,” the rabbiteer said, something different about his voice