Botan Yu Yu Hakusho Figure Novels & Stories

Looked like he had safely reincarnated to Ultimatia, the world where Kaguya had reincarnated into. He lifted his body, ignoring the anxious stare of the middle age woman and started getting off the bed. Yuuto wanted to look at himself so he walked toward the triangle shape mirror. What he saw in the reflection was a boy that looked like 9 or 10 years old. His hair had silver color and his eyes were blue, as clear as the blue sky.

I stumbled, my heart leaping to my throat as I spun around. It was him. Botan looked unrecognizable from the polished man I’d seen in old photos with Akira. His hair was disheveled, his clothes worn and unkempt, but his eyes—his eyes burned with obsession. “Akira,” he breathed, his voice hoarse and trembling. “You’re here… I knew you couldn’t leave me.” “Let go of me!” I gasped, trying to yank my arm away. Panic surged through me like lightning, but Botan’s grip only tightened.

It held an assortment of bottles and herbs, along with two neatly folded bathrobes—traditional Japanese yukata, modest and elegant. Grayson picked up a small brown bottle and poured its contents into the water. I didn’t ask what it was. I just watched what he was doing. Then he added the yellow plant leaves. “This is yuzu extract,” he explained, almost as if he could sense my curiosity. “The bottle was yuzu essential oil. It’s great for relaxation—especially for a woman’s skin.”

"Your core is huge! Why'd you plant such gorgeous lotus flowers here?" She reached out curiously, wanting to pluck one and examine it. "Hey, wait, don't! Please, I'm begging you." Chase saw what she was about to do and pleaded desperately. These were top-tier spiritual plants, nearly on the level of a primal treasure. If this succubus actually plucked one, he would die of heartbreak. "Hm? There are pills too?" Fortunately, Yuria seemed drawn to the pills resting atop the Dark and Light Emerald Lotuses. She spared the flowers.

“How exciting! All the people here are just like you! You have no talent, and yet your skills to show off are next to none! The crowd split in half before a figure walked out from behind. A five-foot-nine man with a YSL haute couture suit appeared. He was casually holding a longsword with an unspeakably prideful and pretentious aura. “Senior Kenshi! “You’re here!” Kenshi Kubota! The Abito Way’s senior! The top disciple of the school’s current generation! Not only was he strong, but he also had an extremely dominant attitude!

“Wrong. Things wouldn’t turn out like this if I were to be firm with them.” “Too bad. The ship has sailed. Our youngest is nearly dead.” Izaya pouted while Shizuo hugged his twin quietly. It was just an act of comfort between them. Hisoka flexed his palms, summoning his power. The purple-like wind swirled on top of his palm before he furled his hand. “Izaya.” He called. Izaya’s eyes shifted at the hand. Hisoka then unfurled his hand. A beautiful black rose twirled.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

Lena continued to stare at the figure while trying to figure out what it looked like. But the figure was wearing a long black robe that went all the way to the ground and covered its feet. It wore a hat as well as a weird-looking mask. The figure's entire face was tightly covered without a single opening. It seemed just like a mysterious hacker from videos online. She also noticed that the figure held the potted plant in its hands. Her eyes widened in shock. "Are you the one who took the plant?" The figure stopped around a few meters away and quietly stared at the both of them.

Robert said flatly. Yu Cangcang bent her waist slightly and sized up the row of succulents on the shelf. Her fingers lightly touched the hands of one pot of Thousand Buddhas, and then she turned to the shop assistant and said, "I want these two pots. Pack them up for me."

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get