Novel & Cerita Akashi Seijuro Emperor Eye

"Advanced Martial Emperor?" Anson's pupils constricted until they were like pinpoints in his eyes. At that moment, he looked like he had seen a ghost. Sean had the skill of an advanced Martial Emperor, at the level of a Heaven Ace! Sean's expression remained impassive. He did not look triumphant at all at the sight of Anson's horror. He did not become complacent due to Anson's shock, either. He lifted a finger slowly, and an intense vital energy gathered at the tips of his fingers like a whirlpool.

I’m certainly going to try this one, she thought, admiring the precision of the moves. But then, as she observed the instructor closely, their eyes locked. Vaani’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, her heartbeat quickened under the weight of his unblinking gaze. His eyes, droopy and triangular, seemed to pierce into her very soul, holding her captive. Is he the Crown Prince? she wondered. It must be him—who else would possess such skill in swordplay? Not that this changes how I think of him. Her gaze drifted to the scar that ran across his right eye. When I saw him eight years ago, that scar wasn’t there.

QUEEN ELIRA’S POV When I had stepped into Ashina’s cell that morning, eyes clouded but spine straight, I knew something in her had broken, or perhaps hardened. Being a soldier, challenges always strengthened a warrior rather than doing the opposite. Consequently, she uttered the words I had been waiting for. “I agree to your demand,” she said calmly. “I will become the King’s mistress.” I tilted my head, studying her face for cracks. She had none. She was playing the role convincingly.

Kai smirks, “I think so. They’re only eyes, they can’t be that bad, can they?” Ash leans forward a little, and nods. She purses her lips and reaches for the glasses, pulling them down slowly. Her eyes are a vibrant dark-green which makes Kai think of malachite stones he’d seen with the darker lines radiating out from the centre. But that wasn’t the truly astonishing thing about her eyes. The ring around her pupils, with thin lines radiating out towards the edge of the iris, is bright orange. But the orange was glowing softly.

She quickly brushed a few locks forward and made me touch it. “It’s real, just to let you know.” She said jokingly. I was a bit surprised that the Empress could joke around with me about this stuff. But in my curiosity, I decided to touch her hair. It was soft and beautiful; I could tell it was real. In the Nanto Empire, no one had hair like this. The most interesting feature there was the red eyes of the Imperial bloodline. It felt like I was in an anime with all these different colored eyes and hair. I stopped touching the Empress’ hair and I took a step back.

"I may be the only other one who understands the danger you are really in.” "I see,” She replied, and she did. She looked into his eyes and thought back to her childhood. She remembered the same eyes. "You're an Akechi.” "How did you know?” he asked. "Your eyes. They must be a familial trait. You have cousin's still there,” she said. "See. Then you do understand,” he replied. "I do. Fine, let's go to your place. Shouldn't you call home first, though?” she asked.

his power to the Book of Order, allowing her to halt time for an instant and severely injure the Chaotic Flames, forcing him to go into a deep slumber. It was Reiki that bought us time. It was he who was known as the Scheming Emperor, the first origin artefact to possess a title. It was Reiki whose foresight enabled us to see what was ahead, and what was to come. And it was the Scheming Emperor who decided that it would be best to seal his memories." Asher listened in amazement as Reiki's achievements were listed one after the other. Who would have thought that the pivotal character in the power struggle between the Book of Order and the Chaotic Flames were none of the two, but the eternal

His was trembling the moment Azazel's crimson eyes found his. "Ah, the King of Eclat." Azazel eyes sharpened as he walked toward the King who lost his footing. "S-stay back!!!" The King backed away in the presence of Azazel. Azazel's features was cold and his eyes were stoic. "I-is this even proper for the Emperor to attack a kingdom inside the empire— gahhh!" Before the King could even finish his sentences, Azazel strikes his sword right on the king's right eye, causing him to scream in pain that surely bothered Azazel because of the loud noise.

Lili said, pouring tea on Kana's teacup. Kana's eyebrow rose up. "Waiting? Why?" he look around to find V, where is that man? RM showed up himself. "Goodmorning, Your Grace. V!" He called V, who's wearing a war outfit, but what caught Kana's attention was Jeon, hugging him. "The Emperor is waiting." Kana's mouth gape. V made the Emperor wait?! How?! Jeon heard RM and stubbornly tightened his hold on V, but the latter, slowly removes it,

The curtain—made of mat—flapped open and some able-bodied men walked into the room. The Snake skin cloak and the falcon feather on their helmet, marked them out as the royal guard. They were twice the size of the hut and their heads would have burst out from the roof If they hadn't hunched their features. Their bare chests were vibrating like the current of a flowing river, matching the soulless gaze that covered the chalk circled eyes. Confusion as well as fright wrapped Ejima's agony. Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze.