Ayano X Budo Novels & Stories

I despised being the bearer of bad news. “Do you need help, Leo?” Anthony picked up his phone from the table. “I will be needing some of your men. Tag along, Anthony. I want to take out the men of Vogar. But no bloodshed. I’ve had enough with that.” Anthony’s brow raised. “I doubt it’s possible to tame the animals without spilling blood.” “If it isn’t possible. We’ll create that positivity. Get me clothes.” Anthony strolled to the walk-in closet. In just seconds, he returned with a pair of trousers and a short sleeve shirt. He handed them to the beast. “I will get my men and cars ready,” Anthony stormed away.

The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained. Budo delivered powerful swipes with his steel melon hammers, intending to squash the monk like a bug. Koumori-shishou called on his mother element and hoisted himself up on top of Budo’s head. He stayed there balanced on a finger until the pirate bonked himself enough times and slumped unconscious.

“They knew how to push Mei. I’ve never felt her fight me like that before, not even on the mountain.” I step forward, needing to piece together how this all connects. “Aeron said something similar. He was trapped in his beast form, used as bait in those fights. Zane’s using the same tactic, and if it worked on Aeron, it was only a matter of time before they tried it on Legion.” Arkyn’s gaze flicks to me, cold and calculating. “What do you mean?”

“Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo. “Jiro is almost as strong as his brother. He just needs time to practice more. Though I think he’s not around now. “If you are interested in the Refined Blade Slash, I’ll arrange for him to spar with you when he’s back.” Aiden changed into the uniform because he wanted to experience the famous Refined Blade Slash. He nodded and said, “I’ll leave it to you…” Bang! Before he could finish, a loud bang came from behind as the door was pushed open from the outside.

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

“Of course, it is. Every battle no matter how big or small is a battle if it involves your life. Since it’s going to be his first it’s gonna be the toughest one based on who his opponent is.” Ayame looks at Akihiko’s derpy sleeping face and says- “Well, I think I should prepare something just in case the unexpected happens.” “Like what?” ask Yasuhiro and Seirei in unison. “I don’t know. Maybe a knife will do.” “Yeah. Maybe it would if you could use your prana.” “Is it something like aura?” “Close but not really.” “Care to explain it? Ritsu-san?” “Not yet… But your boyfriend here managed to touch the surface of prana in his body in a mere 6 hours.”

Two handsome men of the same age, both harboring grudges against each other. After looking at each other for a long time, Leonardo started first. Moving his other hand to break Arsenio's concentration. No matter how fast Leonardo moved, Arsenio was able to dodge. Two opportunities lost just like that. Leonardo chuckled in annoyance. In fact, Arsenio is not an opponent that can be underestimated. The two men, who both have a dark past, exchanged moves. Arsenio dominated the fight. After fifteen minutes of dueling, the Young Master of the Guan Family, did not feel the slightest fatigue. Unlike Leonardo who looked tired.

he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face. “I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that instantly blooms in my knee. My head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck that hurts,” I breathe. Daniel grips my hand tightly. “I’m sorry Ana, I wish I could take the pain away,” he mutters. “I thought mates could do that,” I grit out. He sighs. “Fully bonded mates can. A mark isn’t quite enough to take away this much pain.”

“Agreed! There is no need for us to bring trouble on the landlord. Come to the Mound of the Yoshiwara.” So they went to the Mound, and drawing their swords, began to fight furiously. As the news soon spread abroad through the Yoshiwara that a duel was being fought upon the Mound, the people flocked out to see the sight; and among them came Tôken Gombei and Shirobei, Banzayémon's companions, who, when they saw that the combatants were their own friend and the strange Samurai, tried to interfere and stop the fight, but, being hindered by the thickness of the crowd, remained as spectators. The two men fought desperately, each driven by fierce rage against the other; but Sanza, who was by far th