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

had awoken Yuri and Soraya. He mentioned those that had died helping their cause, and how their numbers had grown to include Bunni and Liza. He then went on to tell him how the Society of Monks had not only clamped down control over his country, but they had killed his parents while testing biological weapons, and that they’d released the same weapons, a variant of the sweating sickness, in his home district not so long ago. They were attacking their own people.

The older monk listened carefully as Micah told him more about how they’d come to be in his country, from the rescue mission to save Bunni and Yuri, to their escape through the woods, and how they had worked with an ancient AI known as Bobi. This reminded Micah that he probably should check in with Bobi at some point, something he had failed to do earlier on. He assumed, however, that Bobi was at least monitoring his feed when he wore his helmet; the AI was always on top of things like that.

“There’s one more thing…” Micah said before looping back around to how Milsung had joined the group, which involved a discussion of the mantra once again, one that Youseg actually recognized. “And that’s pretty much how we got here.”

“Fascinating. And it is here where you are supposed to be. There is a part of my vision that I never included in the graphic novel series,” Youseg said after a long pause. “As crazy as it may sound, I saw myself as part of it in some way, which was another reason why I stopped when I did, fabricating an ending regarding a young nun’s assassination. I didn’t want to write myself into the series, make it a meta-fictional thing, as I find those to be somewhat tedious and more clever to the author that penned it than their audience. But I always hoped that what I’d seen would come to pass, even if the years, and my notoriety in the community, have made it seem almost as if it were a fever dream, some vision I’d had as a young man that merely brought me wealth, but not true happiness. Now that I see you all, I feel truly happy. I feel I have contributed, and I can now contribute more.”

“How?” Yuri asked. “As it stands, we are fugitives.”

“As I said, the years have been kind to me when it comes to wealth, which has given me the time and money necessary to truly understand the usage of industria. I have ancient tomes in this monastery that Neo-Hokkaidan eyes could only dream of seeing. After I wrapped up the graphic novel series, and if we’re being honest, during the time I was writing it, I dedicated myself to cycling industria, learning from the masters of my own country, many of whom have since left us. I spent a year in Jokamatchi as a scholar-in-residence, and another year in Neo-Hokkaido. There were times that I didn’t know what I was working toward, but I couldn’t deny the visions I’d had, so I continued doing what I could do to improve myself, my understanding of the power. As to how can I help you, that is precisely how. Not only can I teach you to utilize industria as I did back in the hotel, but I can offer you a safe place to stay in the meantime.”

“Seriously?” Micah asked, not sure what to make of all this.

Youseg motioned toward the far side of the monastery, Micah noticing that there were several housing units there. “I even had those built, hoping that one day you would arrive. People thought I was crazy at the time…” He rubbed his hands together. “They will need some touching up, but they should provide you a place to live while you get back on your feet and start training. So, what do you say? Are you ready? Shall we begin?”

By the time Micah arrived back at the hotel, the lobby had been cleaned, everything was in its right place, no sign that a small battle occurred here not too long ago. He had left the ninjas behind, Liza traveling with him as added protection. They were greeted by the hotel clerk, Sven, who now had his arm in a sling as he gingerly reminded them that payment was due.

“Youseg is covering us,” Micah told him. “In fact, we’re moving into the residence at…” He suddenly realized he was potentially saying too much. “The residence at the, um, Jokamatchian Embassy,” he said, clearing his throat. “We’ll be leaving shortly. For payment information, I’ll have Youseg’s people contact you. Or a shrine. Or whatever.”

Rather than stick around to finish that conversation, Micah took the elevator to the top floor with Liza, who chuckled at his conversational awkwardness once the door shut.

“It wasn’t my best moment,” he admitted to her.

“But you got your point across. Everything is just coming together so quickly.” The elevator stopped, and for a moment it didn’t seem like the door was going open, Micah feeling a spark of panic in his chest. But it opened, and they came out onto their floor, the door to the presidential suite directly in front of them.

“Choro isn’t going to believe any of this…”

“I don’t think I believe any of it, but I saw what the man was capable of, and I heard his whole spiel,” said Liza. “It appears we don’t have any other options at the moment. And if he can help us utilize industria a different way, and perhaps learn to move objects with it, we will come out on top of all this in the end.”

“You aren’t wrong there,” Micah said as he keyed himself into the room. He found his grandmother resting on one of the couches, her legs propped up on an ottoman as she snored. The light coming in