Ayato Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and began to breathe through the pain, hoping that with just a few moments of rest I could continue this seemingly never-ending hallway. Once again, I found myself floating away, but this time when I landed in the hospital room I didn't panic. I looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside, darker than normal from what I could tell. When I got close, I could see that someone had turned off the outside lights. But even without it, the outlines and shadows of people mulling around outside were still visible. They didn't look like they were moving as Soul Eaters had been. Soul eaters, it was amazing how the idea of that didn't seem so ridiculous or alarming now.

At the nearby restaurant, I was watching the little angel as he was eating. I didn't order anything for myself as I wasn't hungry. Martin didn't order anything either. After he had calmed down from the terrible experience he went through, he told me his name was Ayato. He didn't mention anything more than that. " How's the food, Ayato?" Is it to your liking?" I asked him as he was eating with passion. Ayato is a boy with semi-short black hair with clear blue eyes. Judging by his behavior and appearance, I can predict that he's between six to seven years old.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Though the word seems normal but somehow it forced Isekai to a stop, his father really does not seem to be having that a bad time but that wasn't the reason Isekai stop, he stopped because he noticed the word our father and also the pressure he felt and can't help turning to look at who has such a power that even the pressure from his words can make him stop. "what are you?" Isekai asked, as he can't help feeling the more pressure that seems to be placed on him immediately he saw the guy oozing out black fog, the guy was quite like the Greek version of Grim reaper with the only difference being that he has a human face that seems to always be trying to be noticed from behind the fog. "I am