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Isabella, the real one, rose from her chair and walked towards the door. The illusory one, though, kept her gaze onto Mirabelle. Your soft heart will not match your hard words, no matter how much you try, Tsumikage. The illusion spoke, before splitting in two, flesh and gore dripping onto the...

Another nuisence. Isabella was now actively showing her lack of pacience at the lack of privacy. She sat upon her chair like a throne, without masking any expression from anyone. She looked at Mirabelle and tossed her hair, proclaiming: I won't be here long, Mirabelle. Yet, unbeknowst to the...

The pretty girl had been startled by Isabella's appearance, and so was Mirabelle. Isabella laughed, as she slowly dropped to the floor of the office and approached an empty chair across from the Tsumikage. Isabella sat with a magestic air to her, her long red hair cascading down the chair, as...

Coming from [x] Isabella trekked across the grand canyons and loose gravel that permeated the whole landmark. She had gathered some information about the location of Tsumigakure, yet, like always, normal folk would be terrified and outlandishly avoidant of any sort of reference to a ninja...