Endo Yamato Windbreaker Novels & Stories

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

This one had refused at first but later relented after he paid for the first lot on the sly. At its sides were several bags, a good number. They contained new changes of clothes, shoes adapted to hot and tropical climates. One thing or another that each one bought their respective companions and last but not least, a bag each with certain clothes. A different colored sleeping set for each omega, Erika's was less provocative but Silver had insisted that it be quite short. The omega was small but her buttocks and legs were her best attribute and Silver was sure that Zacarias could not spend the night in peace, and not tear it off.

“You ready for your first fireworks festival?” His eyes lit up. “Fire… works?” I nodded. “You’re gonna love it.” By evening, the house was buzzing with quiet excitement. I pulled open my closet and reached for a folded yukata I hadn’t worn in years. Navy blue, patterned with pale silver threads that caught the light. I hesitated before grabbing another—lighter in color, almost white, with faint icy-blue designs stitched along the sleeves. How ironic. What were the odds that I had something that’d suit Frost perfectly?

His skin was darker tan and he had big onyx eyes filled with mirth. He was also wearing Shouha themed windlet uniform which comprised of light brown shirt for tops with two pockets on the chest. He was also wearing ¾ sized pants in dark brown color which ends were slipped into a pair of dark brown boots. His outfit was the same as Darrion, minus the ¾ sized pants and boots, as Darrion was wearing a pants that’s just slightly past his knees and he kept his lightweight shoes. Mika and Kotori also wore this kind of brown themed outfits, but Mika was wearing shoes with short heels. Their outfits were actually simple except two people, Gilbert and Saburo.

Yuki's pov --- When I walked into CreedX Technologies that morning, every ounce of confidence I had was tightly packed into my carefully chosen outfit: a black fitted skirt that ended just above my knees, a crisp white button-down shirt, and Lily’s shimmering red pumps—shoes I swore I’d never return. The outfit was subdued compared to my usual vibrant style, but I needed to play it safe. The makeup Lily applied blended so seamlessly it felt like a second skin, softening the edges of my masculine features just enough. My name on the application? Yuyu Roman.

It physically hurts to breathe. I fall from my seat to the floor. I can’t breathe. His pheromones are forcing their way down my throat. It’s so aggressive that it’s clogging my airways. Yamato stumbles hard, but he holds onto his desk at the last moment and manages to stand unsteadily while wobbling on his feet. “What makes me different from everyone else? Maybe everything…?”. Miyamura spreads his hands wildly. “Maybe because I’m better than the rest of you?”.

Yuka replied. Ryu went back to his bed to change clothes. He was only wearing his shirt and boxers and had to wear shorts on top of it. As he was changing he realized how he couldn't wear his boxers around the house anymore and how inconvenient it would be. After changing his clothes, Ryu went to the entrance and opened the door. "Sorry to bother you this early," Yuka said as he opened the door. Ryu was surprised that she looked about the same age as his or maybe even younger. He was expecting someone who was in her mid 30's who will be more like an older sister to him. "Uh, No worries." He said as their eyes met for the first time, he tried to act cool like he wasn't uncomfortable with the

If only for one day I could get the thunder god's sword. Arin - Don't be so upset my friend.If I can, one day I will fulfill your wish . Now get ready, don't want to explore the world? Yama - I forgot. Wait, I'm getting ready. Yama is ready.He is wearing very strange clothes. Arin laughs after seeing that. Yama - why you are launching like that.Are you surprised by the sense? I knew it. Arin - If you go out wearing these clothes then everyone will think you are a joke. I am giving you some clothes, wear them.

In an instant, an enormous wave several meters tall was raised and smashed heavily onto the figure sitting on the ground. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the stormy waves, the figure immediately fled more than ten meters away regardless of his injury before he could escape. He supported himself with his sword and gasped for breath, as if the attack just now had consumed all his energy. "Yamamoto?" East Emperor recognized him at a glance. Master Yi looked up and took a closer look. The person who sneak attacked Yang Xiao was none other than Yamamoto, the patron saint of Japan and superior to the peerless Martial Grand Emperor.