Aizawa X 소설 & 이야기

Today, I promised to look after Gemma while Amara and her mother, Andrew, again set out to find his sister, Azize. Too many things that need to be added have started to play out. From what I've gathered here, Azize is the most accomplished warrior among all the inhabitants. Her killing technique is unmatched, and her dizzying precision has become so legendary that she has been given the nickname Taipan Reaper because no one kills as quickly and effectively as she does. And that's where my question comes from.

And they were more than ready to prove a point to me. Good. They were learning. And that was exactly what I wanted. Because they were not just learning how to fight, they were learning how to survive, how to stand strong, and how to be able to fight back. Even after this war is over. Even after all of this is over. Aria’s punch was faster than before. I blocked it with my forearm, twisted, and used her own momentum to pin her. Maeve tried to strike from behind, I ducked, swept her legs, then caught Fallon’s wrist before her claws grazed my shoulder.

The question was a tough one, and I went mute. “She can, Gamma. She is a healer,” Daisy blurted and I stared at her in surprise. “I mean….” She cleared her throat. “Eira has the ability to make someone feel alright. She can dance for him. Do stupid things to make him happy. That’s the best form of healing, right?” Daisy sounded more dumb than me.

I asked as she panted, her hand on her chest before she stood upright. "I'm Hana Aizawa and I have a question." She said as I raised a brow at the familiarity with the name. "Go on, if it won't keep us too long I will talk." I responded and she smiled. "Do you know the name Tomoya Akame?" She asked and I shook my head sadly. "Uncle and Aunt really did change your name." She whispered sadly as she brought out from her bag a little album. I watched as she quickly flipped it before she found the picture she was looking for and handed the album over.

The tradition of the four princesses of the Colemans were passed down with every generation. Their code names were Seiryuu, Byakko, Suzaku and Genbu. Ange was given the role of Suzaku of this generation. She walked to Alex slowly as her intimidating aura made everyone else avoid her, including Beatrice. Beatrice was close to kneeling down due to Ange’s aura. “She’s coming towards us!” Michelle felt slightly nervous. Alex didn’t tell the full truth a while ago. Waltz might be more beautiful than Ange, but she was no match for her martial arts-wise. By sensing her aura, he could tell that this woman was close to achieving Earth rank.

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Payback is a bitch called Aika Kurosaki. Jun wasn't ready for this argument, because there was no way that he was going to admit tho to the shark lady and the smug Iori ha he was a bad dancer. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as the playboy of the century. And it didn't look well for the image he was projecting to start tripping over his feet and humiliate himself like what had happened t him when he was having dance classes for the prom ball back when he was studying in America.

Zachariah says, striding over to us, hand in hand with his mate. "Indeed, but it can wait until everyone is rested. I, for one, need a shower and something to eat, I'm ravenous, not all of us got to sleep half the battle away." Calista adds, winking at Cain who snorts out a laugh. "Cal…" Zachariah gently chides and she steps closer to him, leaning her head against his arm but her amused smirk is still in place. Over her shoulder I see Gene and Samuel lifting Abaddon onto a stretcher and I know it's time to tell him.

Ace was wrong when he said I did. "You aren't exactly the epitome of good, you know," I deadpanned with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, Assholes recognize other assholes, Mia. We know what our kind looks like," his pink lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess it's a good thing that he made what he wants from me pretty clear then," I shrugged solemnly, actually feeling pity for myself, "he's just trying to get into my pants."