Fate/grand Order: Fujimaru Ritsuka Doesn't Get It Romane & Geschichten

She pointed at us. Malrik scoffed, running a hand over his face. “We know what we are.” “Do you?” Ysara narrowed her eyes at him. “Because you act like this is just some kind of normal bond.” It wasn’t. We all knew it. And it came with curses and marks that we were so not ready to accept. It was all too much to fucking accept. My fists clenched, and images flashed in my eyes. Her in the clearing. Struggling to breathe. Falling. Crying. And me… holding her to my chest.

Each plate is covered with a silver lid. “You need to be strong,” he says quietly, “if you want to have your revenge.” My chest tightens. How does he keep doing that? How does he keep speaking the thoughts that never make it past my skull? I move languidly to the table. He offers me a seat. Then he takes the lid off the plates. There’s toast, fresh fruit—all of it arranged with careful precision. I glance at the note perched beside the plate. “For you, Jade. You got this.”

Kai POV “People of Silverfang pack. Today is the day that we decide the fate of our pack. As two heavy weights clash together in combat” I heard the words of the council member, while one of the pack soldier dress me up in the battle armor. “Here is your sword Alpha” He said, handing over the blade to me. “You called me Alpha?” I observed. “Not everyone is loyal to the traitor that sits on the throne. There are reasonable number of soldiers that desire that you kill him in this combat”

With that in mind, how had all the previous patriarchs failed to find out about this? “…With that said, should we still make a move on the Futabas…? After all, now that we know that they have a good relationship with the Yamashitas, we can’t just cause the Futabas all willy-nilly anymore…” muttered Ryugu who was honestly getting a little worried. After all, the Yamashitas were exceedingly strong. Truth be told, he wondered whether he would even be a match for that shuriken-throwing old man if they got into a serious battle…

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

At least it meant they’d leave the truth alone. “Tell you what,” Fujita-sensei said with a gentle smile. “Tomorrow we’ll visit the shrine together. Get you a proper amulet, hmm?” Takuto said nothing. Just nodded. What else could he do? When he returned to his room, still mentally preparing for how to salvage the rest of the operation, Rishi was already awake, legs tucked under him on the bed, leisurely munching from a family-size bag of sea salt chips. “So,” he said without looking up. “They think you’re possessed now?”

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

“I just don’t know if, in this life, you’ll still become the richest man in the country after being with me.” I meant it as a casual remark, but Mark lowered his head and kissed my hand. “I’ll work hard. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone who hurt you go.” I nodded, then asked if what Lily said about him was true. He sighed and tapped my forehead. “You’re overthinking. I’m a law-abiding citizen.” I let out a breath of relief. As long as he was fine, that was enough. Less than two months later, news came from the prison that Jackson was dead.

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.

“It’s funny. Young people like Kenji and the others left the world even before they have a chance to experience life, whilst old fools like me still remain. Is this Fate?” “I don’t believe in Fate,” said Riou solemnly. “If I did, I wouldn’t even be in Hati. I believe that with a strong will, one can overcome even death.” He then sighed. “Kirisawa, Shibasaki and Tanigawa are some of our best. Believe in their abilities.”