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

Micah led Soraya back to the group. Milsung was just finishing up her first attempt, and while she was unable to float the bricks as easily as Bunni, she was able to stop them from hitting her.

“You want to try first?” Liza asked Micah.

“No, you should probably go ahead. Leave the worst for last.”

This statement caused a small smile to appear on Soraya’s face; it was clear that the message was intended for her to hear.

Liza stepped up, and when she was ready, Yuri underhanded tossed a brick to her. It hit the ground, and as it did Liza was able to connect with the brick and move it to the side.

Yuri threw another brick, and Liza caught it in midair. While she was able to hold onto it, she wasn’t able to swipe it to the side, the brick quickly dropping to the ground. After a few more attempts, Yuri started to really pitch the bricks at the nun.

Liza nearly got hit with one, but was able to avoid it in the end. Eventually, it became Micah’s time.

“You are up,” Liza said, bead of sweat now on her temple which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand.

Here goes nothing, Micah thought as he moved into position.

“Ready?” Yuri asked him.

“Sure.”

She tossed a brick at him, Micah failing miserably to do anything to it before it hit the ground. Yuri tried a few more times, Micah not able to even twitch the needle. The weirdest part for him was that he understood how it would work, and he could sense the power moving through him. But there was a disconnect in reaching out to the objects—Micah simply didn’t have the skill yet to be able to do something like affect an object’s industria to the point that he could modify its trajectory.

“You have plenty of time to practice,” Bunni said after a few additional failed attempts. “You are up again, Yuri. I want to be the brick tosser this time.”

Chapter Six

The next few days passed rapidly, the focus on training and strategy overtaking the shenanigans Micah normally got into, which normally ranged from sex to dealing with kidnappings, nefarious monks, and the sudden arrival of new ninjas, and for that matter, clan hunters from the past. Things had cooled off, and it was on a crisp morning on the third day at Youseg’s monastery that Micah found Soraya standing in front of their residence, a frustrated look on her face.

“Ready?” Micah asked her.

“I still can’t understand why I’m not able to do it, to cycle my industria in this way,” she said, her disheveled appearance telling Micah that she had been up all night thinking about it. The Heian clothing she wore which was normally defined by sharp angles was wrinkled, and her orange hair was a mess, portions of it sticking out all over the place.

“You’re not the only one,” he admitted to her.

“You keep saying that, and I get your point. But you didn’t spend your life training and cycling industria. And I’m not trying to call you a peasant here, although, I suppose you could imply that by my previous statement. You realize that my first interaction with an industria seed was when I was ten years old, right? What I’m trying to say here is that I should be a natural, just like the others. Even Liza seems to be getting it.”

“These things take time,” Micah said, even though he didn’t know if that was true or not. Perhaps Soraya would never be able to use industria to physically move an object, and maybe he wouldn’t either. But the kitsune was able to use the mantra, which would allow her to control someone’s mind or break their controlled mind, whichever came first. So it wasn’t like she didn’t have any skills. “You’ll get it,” he finally said.

“Are you always this optimistic?” Soraya asked.

The two continued to grow closer, Micah not quite sure of how far their relationship would go. He didn’t get the same feeling that he got around the others, a sexual tension quickly remedied by time spent in each other’s arms. It was a different relationship with Soraya, one of trust and forged through bonding, and one that Micah wanted to let take its natural course, whatever that may be. It wasn’t like he needed sex to have a relationship with someone, and there was already plenty available to him, which gave him a different kind of fondness for the relationship he had with Soraya.

And maybe she needed that. Maybe they both did.

Micah knew that she’d had a tough life, that it was hard for her to open up to people. But he’d never felt closer to her than he had over the last several mornings, the two training together, both failing miserably but pushing forward regardless, with hope that they would one day be able to catch up to the others.

They still had a long way to go.

Bunni and Yuri had both reached the point where they could easily move objects as large as themselves, and while they couldn’t prevent energy blasts—they had tried—they were able to disrupt weapons relatively easily. On her first attempt, Bunni almost broke Micah’s prosthetic gatling gun, and it was clear that Yuri would be able to destroy it relatively quickly if she focused on it.

So there was that, yet another way to combat the monks and nuns they would inevitably face. Regarding internal organs, they hadn’t tried anything like that yet, but Micah had asked Youseg about it, and he claimed that it was possible with great practice. In his view, it was better to simply sweep someone to the ground and hold them there than try to latch onto an organ.

Still, another option.

“You