Akaashi And Bokuto Novels & Stories

“Besides, you have to bear in mind that everything we do now is just to test Thomas’ real abilities, step by step. Don’t worry about losing. Even if we fail now, Kazuo will die first. Why should you and I fear? After Dragon Scale heard that, she finally felt relieved. Soon, they started the car and rushed back to House of Vistaria. On the way, Dragon Scale could not help but curiously ask, “Is Kazuo really that powerful? How skilled is he? I’ve actually just heard of the Iga Ninjas, but I don’t really know what they’re about.” Dragon Head drove while he gave her a “lecture.” There were two major ninja clans in Japan. One was Iga while the other one was Koka. Both were ninjas, and they were e

Aki furiously screamed while looking at at emotionless Harvey. “I’m the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan, and the disciple of the Shinkage Way! I’m a well-known character in the younger generation of the Island Nations!” “I cannot be embarrassed that easily!” “Kneel before you talk,” Harvey said with a calm tone. “You dare make me kneel?!” Aki was completely enraged. “So what if you’re a God of War, Harvey?!” “You think the Shinkage Way doesn’t have Gods of War?!”

Never in his wildest dream did he imagine that Yoshito was one step ahead of him and had coerced and blackmailed the police officers who were escorting him to the police station. Yoshito had laid a perfect trap, luring him to fall into it. Yahiko’s convoy suddenly went out of control because the Iga ninjas had heavily lined the road with makibishi. Makibishi was the Japanese version of the caltrop, which was one of the most common weapons used by the Japanese ninjas. It was a sharp spiked object made of iron that was used to slow down pursuers and also used in the defense of forts. Once it was scattered on the ground, it would reveal several spikes in different directions.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

"the possibility is still one out of ten, the man said. His gift was a bit based on accessing future, the only reason he didn't trust isekai even though on having gift like that was because he can't see anything concerning isekai. On the outskirt of the village the choosed warriors was still trying to hold off Kakashi and his fighters. "you have always been prepared and was only waiting," Ankara said with a smile as a little cut appeared on the throat of the man rushing toward her. "of course sister, there can never be a peaceful coexistence between us, we are like water and fire, we can never exist that long together," Kakashi said as he rushed towards Ankara. Actually Ankara and Kakashi wh

Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.” Bushinjutsu (Clone) was another specialty of Aki’s clan. She had yet to reach the mastery required to execute it and the most she could achieve was the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu (Rapid Image). During the fight with Dragonkist Ryūjin near Pukkitunturri, for instance, Aki moved with such speed that she managed to leave behind fading but discrete images of herself.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

But there were new war lines now, and five years of burdens etched into the face I used to know like the back of my hand. When his gaze finally locked on mine, he scoffed, shaking his head. "As I live and breathe," he said slowly. "Ashina Kai?" I tilted my head, slightly narrowing my eyes at him. So far, he seemed non-hostile, like he didn’t know I’d be here. That meant he wasn’t here for me, right? That also meant he might have come here intentionally, which was not good. "The one and only." He stepped forward, disbelief in every step, and poked my forehead. I scowled.

his younger self replied. “Takuto?” Rishi waved at him across the table. “You okay?” Takuto looked down and realized his hand had unconsciously smeared wasabi all over the sashimi—Risa had hated wasabi. “S-Sorry,” he quickly set down his chopsticks. “I’ll be right back.” He turned a corner in the hallway—and ran straight into Misaki. “He’s testing you,” Misaki whispered. “That Rishi—he definitely remembers something.”