Danmachi Ryuu Novels & Stories

The boy appeared more dark-ish and introverted than him, but the piercing on his tongue induced engrossment. "You are... the new guy, right?" Ryuu's eyes met the other black ones. His fringe was covering his left eye, but the lad put the strands of his hair at the back of his ear; revealing a deep cut scar on the eyelid and another piercing on his left temple. The lad smirked and Ryuu diverted his attention on his food, the same as the new guy did. "I am," Ryuu remarked. "What class are you?" he questioned. There were 3 Classes of Servers. Each class is determined by the quality and performance of a Server.

A boon in disguise for the family. Another bamboo fell, leaving the hollow sound hanging in the air as it met with the rest of the woods on the forest floor. Ugo's bright eyes widened as her father began the 'wind-bird dance of the nine moons'. It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster.

These were the top tier fighters that he was about to fight after all. “Ryuka Harini is a powerhouse. Immense strength, endurance, and moderate damage output. His defence is also pretty tough. 78. Rain Sky is a magic swordsman. Fast, agile, and can support himself with magic similar to Whitegate. 66. Akame Sakura. Incredibly fast with the second highest damage output. Defence unnecessary since she was fast. 88. Fillian Murad. Martial artist with moderate damage as well. With techniques specifically meant to counter human movement, he would be tough by normal means. 75.

Damian said, making Koishi hum in response. "You have to get ready in two hours, you have been summoned by Duke Ryuu" a sudden wave of shiver passes through him hearing a beeping sound around his ears. Making Koishi slowly take off the cloth over his eyes. "We can ignore this invitation if you want to," the butler said looking at his master's face which has turned a plain white sheet of paper. *Meet the Duke Ryuu *ERROR*** ERROR**** 'Duke Ryuu? Who is he? Why does this name sound familiar, buy at the same time it doesn't? A character never mentioned in the game'

Again, a look of satisfaction spread across Kenji’s face. Though it had been Ryu’s idea to bring Murakami to the house, seeing Kenji’s bloodthirsty demeanor made Ryu feel evil. With his kimono still untied and fluttering at his side—revealing his muscular body—Kenji looked like a large predator bird, ready to tear Murakami to pieces. Murakami let out a squeak like a mouse when he saw Kenji entering with his katana. He scrambled to his feet while sitting on the wooden floor of the Kuryugumi dojo, trying to flee because his legs were still free.

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

Bang Before Ryuki could shout his voice at Aiden, the man had pulled the trigger of his M38 DMR, followed by a loud thump and loud screams from people who had just seen one of their comrades die in front of them. “Sigh, you really suck. Come back to Japan tonight, I don't need a loser like you," said Aiden sarcastically while stroking his favorite sniper rifle that had accompanied his ten years of life as a sniper. “Captain, please don't send me back to Japan. I will try one more time.” Ryuki plead. He couldn't just return to his homeland in such a dishonorable state, because that would be tantamount to suicide. At least if he wants to return, he must make a proud achievement for his country

grumbled Ryugu as he slammed his fist on the table, knowing that his carelessness had resulted in Gerald escaping his grasp again… “What on earth is even happening anymore… Why do they even have connections with the Yamashitas? And who exactly is this old man you keep talking about?” muttered the confused Suijin. “Well, we don’t know much about him, though he does appear to be a Yamashita in his eighties… Regardless, as far as I know, he had apparently been watching me and Gerald fight for quite a while. Had he not disarmed me with his shuriken back then, I could’ve surely ended Gerald right there and then…!” growled Ryugu, angry with himself that he hadn’t attacked Gerald again immediately

What I minded was the way the others were watching her. Riker’s smirk had returned sometime this morning, lurking around the edges of the lot like a snake waiting for its chance to strike. He hadn’t said anything since last night, but I could feel his curiosity boiling under that grin. And he wasn’t the only one. A woman who shows up with me, no explanation, no patch, no ring—she’s going to draw questions. Some curious. Some dangerous. I crushed out the cigarette and pushed off the bike. Enough standing around.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.