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

from the window added a warm glow to the space, perfect napping conditions, and rather than wake the beast, Micah tiptoed past his grandmother into Choro’s room. He knocked, and once he heard confirmation from the other side, he opened the door for Liza.

“We have news,” Micah said once he shut the door behind him, Liza standing close enough to Micah for their bodies to be touching. He felt the urge to place his hand on her hip, but refrained from doing it in front of Choro, who didn’t know about the relationship they had.

The big man sat on the bed, graphic novels spread out before him, a smile on his face as he looked at Micah and the former nun. Behind him, on a side table, was all the gear he had carried with him. It wasn’t much, nothing like his basement apartment back in the Golden Trash District, but it was clear that Choro was doing what he could with what he had on hand.

“News?”

“You didn’t hear?” Liza tilted her head to the side. “It makes sense you wouldn’t be able to hear it all the way up here.”

“Hear what?” Choro asked.

“We had an encounter in the lobby below.”

He gasped. “Monks? Hermetics?”

“Rabbiteers, a sort of governmental police force,” Micah told him. “They were assholes, but this was warranted, I guess. Our appearance at the hotel last night raised a bunch of red flags, and surprise, there is now an extradition contract that the Society of Monks put out on us just in case we happen to leave the country. Well, as you can imagine, this led to a fight, which was interrupted by…” Micah smirked at his old friend. “I mean, it sort of makes sense considering what area of Muryane we are currently in, but also is quite a coincidence.”

“What is? What are you saying?”

“Hermane Coofyur, yes, that Hermane, came to our rescue,” Micah said as he gestured toward the graphic novels. “Of course, that’s his pen name. His real name is Youseg, and like the guy said earlier, he’s a monk.”

Choro’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Hermane Coofyur came by the hotel?”

“He did, and basically threw us around as if we were pillows. He has mastered industria to a level I haven’t personally seen before. Liza?”

She shook her head.

“Wait, are you telling me the guy writing these graphic novels is an industria master?” Choro made a gesture as if his mind had just been blown.

“Precisely. After he found out who we were, and how we related to what he considers the prophecy he laid down in these novels, he invited us back to his shrine. Apparently, he never fully wrote about his visions because he didn’t want to write himself into the story.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Part of his prophecy, or the visions that he had that led to him writing the graphic novel series, has to do with the Royal Star Ninjas coming to the future, as you know, to our time. Not spelled out in the later volumes is a trip they take to Heian to meet him, mostly because he wanted to avoid metafiction. He has even prepared a residence for us, if you can believe it.”

“Hold on. Are you saying that he also had a vision that we, or you, would eventually come to him, and he actually prepared a place for us to stay? That this never made it into the graphic novel? Because that’s what it sounds like you’re saying.”

“That’s exactly what we’re telling you,” said Liza. “And I know it sounds wacky. So…” She glanced around the room. “Unless you are wanting to stay here and cover the bill that’s going to come due, we should probably just go there. You can ask more questions along the way.”

“Have you told your grandmother?”

“Not yet. But I’m sure she’ll come along,” Micah told him.

“I don’t know. She really likes the hotel, and was going on about how the curves of everything are salacious, and how they were making her feel a bit moist. So gross. I had to leave the room.” Choro began gathering up the graphic novels. “In that case, I suppose it’s better if I come with some ammunition.”

“Ammunition?”

“Questions about what is written here, about his vision, how it came to him, you know the drill. I’m interested; I want to pick his brain a bit like any fan boy should. Now that you say that he never wrote the true ending, I’d like to know about that as well if you want to share. If not, I’ll just pester him until he throws me a bone.”

“Right,” Micah told Choro. “In that case, we’ll gather everything else and wake my grandmother. See you in a few.”

Once they left Choro’s room, Micah and Liza headed over to the couch, where he gently placed his hand on his grandmother’s arm.

“What?” she asked. “Micah, sweetie, is that you? I was having a dream about Regnya, your grandfather’s other wife. I could have sworn she was here with me. She would have laughed at this ridiculous hotel room, how fancy it was. Such a sweet woman. Oh, Liza? Where are the others? Are you ready to marry my grandson yet, dear?”

“Is that what you would like me to do?” Liza asked softly.

“Of course, I would like you to marry him. It would be a destination wedding, would it not? Just look at this fancy ass hotel. I’m sure they have a banquet room, and we can just bill someone else like the bastards we are.”

“What about the two wives I already have?” Micah asked, teasing both his grandmother and Liza.

“I’m sure they could make room for one more. It’s not like you have anything else to do aside from save the world,” said his grandmother before a bout of coughing. “I’m sorry. Something about the air