Novel & Cerita Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki And His Years Of Pilgrimage

On a world that existed somewhere in the parallel universe sat a man as he looked at his fourteen-year-old son, while remembering his past. Takamatsu Henjiro could only force a smile as he couldn't help but wonder why his situation looked different from the situation of the rest of the people that he had read about on web novels. He still remembered how he transmigrated to this world twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, Takamatsu was still a high school student on Earth.

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Hibiki because I said and me because I realized I meant it. “I don’t want to rush, but we really do need to hit the road.” Hachiro ruiner of moments coughed. “Hachiro.” Mayu scoffed, smacking him in the chest. “They just said their vows, and you are rushing them out the door.” she sighed. “I was just saying…” he grumbled, rubbing his chest. “I know you have to rush, but before you go anywhere, I am getting pictures at the koi pond!” Riko announced.

Zann rushed inside, only to find the place empty and deathly quiet. My clothes were gone. The familiar kitchenware had vanished. Only a thin layer of dust covered the table. His heart sank. The gnawing feeling finally surged and washed over him. Just then, his assistant rushed over and handed him a package. Zann’s hands trembled as he tore it open. A cold urn came into view. The name Neve Steele burned into his eyes. “No! Impossible!” he roared, flinging the urn to the floor. “She must be throwing a tantrum, trying to scare me!”

exclaimed Takuya as he held tightly onto Gerald’s hands in between sobs. Takuya, for one, had already accepted that his family would no longer return to its former glory before this. Back then, he had told himself that as long as Fujiko could live her life safely, then nothing else mattered to him. However, now that Gerald had shown himself, Takuya was filled with hope again…! “It’s alright, patriarch. You can save those words for later,” replied Gerald who knew that he was only doing all this for the sake of learning more about Yearning Island. With that in mind, he honestly wasn’t feeling like their savior at all.

Tokyo, Japan – The Crimson Lotus Hidden Headquarters Renjiro Takahashi sat motionless on his cold throne, his lifeless eyes staring at the wall in front of him. In his hand, a small glass of sake, gripped tightly—but he didn’t even bother to take a sip. It had been six years since his son was murdered before his very eyes. Six years since he lost everything that mattered. Kei Takahashi had been his one true heir—the only hope for The Crimson Lotus. And Antonio had taken him away without hesitation, without mercy.

"Everything is fine now, Jietsu. Grandpa won't let anybody hurt you anymore. Let's go home now; your mother must be waiting for you," said Tsa ki while smiling at Tsashi. However, to his dismay, he received no response. He looked at Tsashi only to see him looking back at him, but his lifeless eyes had no focus, and his face was expressionless. He was just lying there limply. "Jietsu??? Are you alright? Say something..." Tsa ki said in a tender voice. Unfortunately, he received no reaction at all from Tsashi. All he saw was a pair of lifeless eyes, staring back at him. "Alright, let's go home. You're probably tired, you need some rest." After saying so, Tsa ki flew towards the Long Manor

“A lot of people stronger than me are coming along. - Said Tsuki Miki. - I also don't want to go back for now, I have to enjoy my free time a little on my vacation. Tsuki said. – Take a gap year. - Said Tsuki Miki. “I have to keep the bones I have left whole. - Said Tsuki Miki. - I want to enjoy my old age that is coming. - Said Tsuki Miki. “I don't want to fight anymore, at least for now. - Said Tsuki Miki. – I will leave the new generation. - Said Tsuki Miki. - So, a year without you, dragon. Hal said. - One year. - Said Tsuki Miki. - I'm going away at the end of the month. - Said Tsuki Miki.

Sakura held her breath as the wheels slowly lifted off the ground, then tucking into the belly of the plane. She stand there, waving, until the aircraft disappeared behind the clouds. She didn’t cry. She simply looked at the sky for a long while, before finally putting in her earphones. Ride on Time by Tatsuro Yamashita played softly—its gentle rhythm guiding her slow steps toward the Keikyu Line station. That day, two souls from different worlds parted once again by distance. No promise was made for when they’d meet again. But once—They had found each other.

The light gleamed off of the worn-down furniture and the porcelain dishes. Tamashi noticed that his brother’s eyes gleamed in the sunlight. He also had dark blue eyes, but unlike Tamashi, he had dirty blonde hair. Tamashi smiled. “Yeah, I promise. I’m Tamashi, and I always will be. I’m going to find a way to get out of this mess.” Yasa smiled in reply. “Alright, lil bro, I’ll remember that promise. Have a great day!” —— The autumn breeze carried leaves through the streets as Charlie, Anna, and Tsuru approached the coffee shop.