My Ninja Girl 4 Gideon Caldwell (motivational books for students .TXT) 📖

than a tip,” Micah’s grandmother said, which nearly caused Bunni to spit her food out. “What? He was handsome, and that beard can do wonders between a lady’s legs, believe me. Micah’s grandfather always had a beard, at my instruction. Tried to shave it once and I almost divorced him. I’m sorry, was I supposed to be paying attention to a conversation about a stupid comic book series? Or was I supposed to be paying attention to the handsome young Plains Dweller that would do well to take on the patronage of an experienced cougar like me?”

“Um, let’s just finish breakfast,” Micah said, trying not to bury his face in his hand.

“At least we have something to do today,” Soraya said. “Maybe we can figure out a way to get some money while we’re out.”

“I’ll likely stay here with Granny,” Choro told them. “I’d like to reread the graphic novels, like I said, and someone needs to keep an eye on her.”

“Don’t you dare treat me like I’m some sort of tween! And as long as you let me call for room service, that works for me,” Micah’s grandmother said with a satisfactory smack of her lips. “Do they do massages in this hotel?”

“No,” Micah, Yuri, Liza, and Soraya all said at the same time, which elicited a chuckle from Choro and Bunni, Milsung not quite part of the group dynamics yet. Micah turned his attention to his old friend. “Come on, don’t you want to meet the author?”

Choro shook his head. “What if he is a douche hat? No, I’m good. I try not to meet my idols if I can help it. It always comes as a disappointment.”

“Top of the morning to you,” Bunni said once they reached the lobby of the hotel, Micah joined by the other ninjas and Liza, his backpack over his stomach with his prosthetic gatling gun inside. To keep the lie up, he was in his bucket helmet, just like Liza. He felt much more official now than he had the previous night, when they showed up wearing athletic gear, a ragtag bunch if there ever was one.

Sven, the same hotel clerk they dealt with last night, offered them a tight smile. “You have visitors.”

Micah followed the man’s gesture to a group of armed Plains Dwellers, each with a long sword and an energy weapon latched to the wrist. Six in total, the leader of the group, a muscular man with a pointed goatee, stepped up. “All of you are under arrest for impersonating diplomats…” he began.

“Police?” Liza asked, only to be immediately corrected by Bunni.

“Worse, rabbiteers.”

Yuri, Milsung, and Soraya unsheathed their weapons.

“I believe there has been a mistake,” Yuri said, taking the lead. “And it would be best for you to leave the premises.”

“That’s some way to greet a national law enforcement agency,” the man told her with a sly grin.

A woman came into the hotel, seemingly oblivious to the standoff that was taking place. The female Plains Dweller, in a pair of slippers and a pink bathrobe, took one look at what was happening and quickly exited.

“We do not want to have to take you by force, but we will if necessary,” said the leader of the rabbiteers. “Not only are you wanted for impersonating diplomats, but the Society of Monks has initiated extradition contracts for your group, eight in total. Where the other two?”

“We aren’t being extradited back to Neo-Hokkaido,” Micah said as he began to unzip his bag. “That’s for goddamn sure.”

“Put your weapons down, and place your hands in the air,” the lead rabbiteer said as he raised his energy weapon.

Milsung’s flail snapped the weapon out of his hand, Micah not at all surprised to see that she could move so quickly. Soraya and Bunni exploded forward, Liza holding back, both her blades drawn as she stood in front of Micah so he could equip his prosthetic weapon.

One of the rabbiteers fired at them, his blasts going wide and striking Sven the hotel clerk in the shoulder, the man crying out like a little girl as he went down.

The way the Royal Star Ninjas responded in unison was instinctual—no death, and no blood—Yuri’s directions telepathic to the point that Micah could sense them. Do not kill these men. Rather than fire his weapon at various kill zones, he aimed for their feet while the ninjas went to work, weapons clanking, fists and feet meeting their targets.

The head rabbiteer was certainly the best combatant, the man expertly changing his stance as he and Yuri tried to overpower one another. Yuri flourished her blade and avoided his next strike, the woman able to swiftly step around her opponent and bring her elbow into his back. The rabbiteer spun, now going with both hands on his blade with the intention of cutting her down. She blocked his attack, a burst of green energy flashing as their blades met. Micah recognized what this was once the rabbiteer flew backward.

She redistributed industria, he thought.

Her glaive fully extended, Bunni veered right as she blocked a blast from one of the smaller rabbiteers, her opponent at the back of the group clearly in charge of ballistics.

She didn’t have time to meet him head-on as Soraya slipped past her, her tail adding a splash of orange and white to the scene as she bolted around the man and took his legs out from beneath him. Of all the rabbiteers who had fallen, this one hit the ground the hardest, the front of his face covered in blood by the time he tried to push himself up

As the fight moved toward the seating area of the lobby, Micah made the split-second decision to help the fallen man rather than let him bleed out. “Cover me!” he told Liza as he moved toward the man, Micah circling around another