Novel & Cerita Akugyaku Hadou No Brave Soul

Zhou Fu, who initially smiled at Haku's enthusiasm, suddenly fell silent and looked at himself. "What?!" Zhou Fu asked in sign language. "I am different? I'm getting more handsome, right? Ha ha, come on, come and give me a hug!” Haku understood the meaning of Zhou Fu's gesture, immediately, the thousand-eyed creature rushed and wrapped around Zhou Fu's body gently. Seeing Zhou Fu's expression that didn't look worried or sad, Haku guessed that Zhou Fu didn't seem to understand his own situation. Haku then rubbed his big nose against Zhou Fu's head, as if trying to cheer him up but Zhou Fu didn't take it as a consolation for his impending bad fate.

His eyes were alert, every muscle in his body coiled like a predator waiting to strike. "Stay close," he instructed. I froze, my breath caught in my throat. “What just happened?” I asked, turning to Akira, who seemed completely unfazed by the strange events unfolding before us. She didn’t even flinch. "A vengeful spirit found its way back," she said, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. I stared at her, confused and frustrated. “A vengeful spirit? What the hell does that even mean? And why aren’t you more concerned?”

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

It was still fresh in his mind, the first time he was brought to Yamamoto Group and met her. Akira Yuuto was an orphan, he was brought to Yamamoto Group and there he met Yamamoto Kaguya. Simple, rowdy and cute little monkey, that was his first impression of the Yamamoto Princess. Kaguya didn't have a haughty attitude, instead she was warm and bright just like the sun. It didn't take long for Yuuto who was five years older than her to fall in love with her. As if it was fate, Yuuto's eyes never left Kaguya.

“Okay, go up for ten minutes. But no one should know about this, Aiko, okay?” “Yes, yes, yes!” Aiko hurriedly climbed up the stairs and went directly to Goo’s room. He shares his room with a guy who also knows her anyway. “You care about me?” “You’re the only sick person who still has the audacity to be sarcastic…Take this one later at midnight. I bought porridge and noodles in case you don’t like the food in the pantry.” “Thanks. How’s Miya?” “Doing better than you. Your athletic body has no match against Miya’s. Haha.”

I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs. " There's our great Arena Champion!!" Kagome welcomed me with open arms. " Shinigami! How wonderful for you to join us!" Akari chimed. " Brat, good to see that you're finally up! Good work finding Cynthia and beating up that Flungoues! I'm so proud of you! My little brat! Finally growing up into a strong powerful man!"

We were locked into a standoff with our weapons trained at each other. “A sword brave and a thunder brave?” Cutler said incredulously. “That’s new.” “He must be Takemikazuchi’s Brave,” Hikaru said. “The god of thunder and swords from our homeland.” Wilt narrowed his eyes. Judging from his frowned face and the fact that he lived in Japan, it must be true. “Careful, he’s godly strong, but not as strong as power braves.” “How do you know that?” Masaru asked.

Greg gritted his teeth, gripping his machete tighter as he charged Akin. His breath was ragged, his vision blurred by desperation and fury. "You're nothing but a freak!" Greg shouted, swinging the blade in a wide arc. Akin didn’t move until the last second, sidestepping with inhuman speed. The machete sliced through the air harmlessly. In a blur, Akin grabbed Greg by the wrist, his grip like iron. “Bravery,” Akin said with a smirk, his voice cold, “but no brains.”

—Bing—Bing—Bing— The ringing continued relentlessly. Huffing in frustration, I yanked my robe on and stormed toward the door, my slippers clicking sharply against the marble floor. Just as I reached for the handle, the bell rang again, making my irritation skyrocket. "Why don’t you just go ahead and break the do—" My words died on my lips. Stefan stood there, a bouquet in his hands. My stomach dropped. My face burned with embarrassment as I realized how disheveled I must’ve looked—hair still dripping wet, robe clinging to my skin.

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.