Endo Yamato Windbreaker Novels & Stories

“Leave! You people are nothing but trash! I feel like puking as soon as I see you people around! Now, scram!” Yamato wasn’t interested in Ayaka slapping Watson around. Instead, his eyes lit up when he saw Arlet beside Harvey. He had seen a lot of women back in the Island Nations, but his urge to conquer a stubborn woman from Country H like Arlet was immediately ignited. He could feel his breathing getting heavier after taking his blue pills. “Hurry up already,” he said with an annoyed look. Ayaka kicked Watson to the ground after hearing those words. “You hear that? Get out of here already!”

The curtain—made of mat—flapped open and some able-bodied men walked into the room. The Snake skin cloak and the falcon feather on their helmet, marked them out as the royal guard. They were twice the size of the hut and their heads would have burst out from the roof If they hadn't hunched their features. Their bare chests were vibrating like the current of a flowing river, matching the soulless gaze that covered the chalk circled eyes. Confusion as well as fright wrapped Ejima's agony. Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze.

Ashley said thinking that the guy would get fired because of what she did. " no, that's fine. I'm very much happy that you took the time to search about our neighborhood. " Jiro answered. " by the way, you have to wear yukata. So I have arranged the clothes and all you have to do is put it on." Jiro said handing them the clothes. " I have here Miss Miyuki, the expert in yukata. She will assist you on how to wear it right" Ashley looked at the clothes and got impressed by the fabric. " this will be my first time wearing it" she smiles excitedly to put it on.

Yam had never packed a suitcase with so much hesitation. He folded clothes slowly, as if each shirt might protest. His fingers trembled slightly, touching each familiar fabric—soft cotton, worn denim, a green hoodie Franc had once borrowed and never returned. Each piece whispered echoes of their years together. His notebook went in last—the one with scraps of unfinished poetry and lists of things Franc said that sounded like love. Franc watched from the doorframe, arms crossed, mouth silent. “Say something,” Yam whispered. Franc blinked. “You’re doing something brave.”

Li Wei also had to gulp when he saw, from the darkness of the mist where Magmar had disappeared, one object was thrown towards Yama: a vest. "Basic grade armor in white!" everyone hissed in jealous voices. Li Wei promised. In the future, he would learn how to produce deadly combo attacks. "After all, I must have the same basic-grade armor vest that Yama got!" Li Wei promised inwardly. Continued