Fruit Basket Kureno Novels & Stories

While his mouth is still chewing, he laid out in front of me his hand holding the fruit, but he couldn't say anything because his mouth is full. "Loreko is the name of that fruit," I said, laughing since he looked like a child eating it. He simply nodded and proceeded to eat. When there was no lureko in front of him in a few minutes, he looked at the lureko in front of me. My eyes immediately widened, and I grabbed the container and embraced it. Woah! He intends to devour everything, which I will not allow because I like them as well.

He answered with a brilliant smile after I inquired nicely. He said, "I am at your service, Mrs. Luna," and offered to take me on a tour of the area. He showed me an abundance of flowers and fruits. I wanted to pick some fruits and flowers to alleviate boredom, so he offered me a basket. I harvested a good deal of fruit, particularly strawberries. My favorite was them.

“ナッツとキャラメリゼしたバナナをトッピングしたキャラメリゼしたバナナのパンケーキ。キウイ、オレンジ、イチゴ、ブルーベリーなどの新鮮なフルーツと、クレームアングレーズのサイドとチョコレートソースの小雨が入ったミックスフルーツとチョコレートパンケーキ。または、クリーミーなココナッツカスタードがあり、カリカリのクルミをまぶしてカリカリに仕上げたココナッツカスタードパンケーキ。” (Nattsu to kyaramerize shita banana o toppingu shita kyaramerize shita banana no pankēki. Kiui, orenji, ichigo, burūberī nado no shinsen'na furūtsu to, kur ēmuangurēzu no saido to chokorētosōsu no kosame ga haitta mikkusufurūtsu to chokorētopankēki. Matawa, kurīmīna kokonattsukasutādo ga ari, karikari no kurumi o mabushite karikari ni shiageta kokonattsukasutādopankēki.)

All the students sat in front of the richly laden tables and had a quiet lunch in the great hall of Elmbridge School of Magic. The tables were full of all kinds of goodies, all kinds of fruits from all over the world such as bananas, grapes, mango, pineapples or purple oranges, but also rare fruits that sceptics wouldn’t have the courage to try. Such as wild strawberries, as tiny as a bead and sour like pickled cucumber and sweet blackberries hotter than any known pepper, found only in the depths of the Ancient Forest. And of course, in Rujnoiu’s shop ...

It was clear that she was trying her best to make her seem attentive, and she went a step further by handing a mango to Xavia while adding, “Here, taste one, Future Mrs. Burton! These mangoes are from Miyazaki in R Country, and they don’t grow very often. Because of that, you should know that each fruit costs approximately a thousand and five hundred dollars! Don’t be shy to have a bite!” …After conversion… What the hell? Why did such an expensive fruit even exist?! Regardless, though she knew that Fiona was just trying to call her poor, she pretended to be surprised as she replied, “It truly is an expensive fruit, Miss Squire! Well, don’t mind if I do!” With that said, she peeled the skin o

Michael replied swiftly. Kayson returned to his room and retrieved the three boxes he had received from the Wolfendens. He first took out the Juvena Frux. This fruit had the amazing function of calming and rejuvenating, but it also had another usage.

Kavan frowned, "What fruit have you foraged? I have made sure that everything within this forest would harm nothing." Fyn rolled his eyes. He probably only wanted the only thing harmful in this forest to be him, he thought. One of the Nǣps approached Kavan. It was carrying the same leaf basket that Kavan had used to wrap the fruits he gave to Fyn. Inside were tan-colored small circles. Fyn squinted his eyes and jolted in place once he realized just what it was. He knew it was familiar! Thinking of nothing else, he walked towards the basket and instinctively closed his nose.

Barun said, gesturing them to leave. Miria followed her grandfather with another glance at the warehouse. “Who was that, grandfather?” “That’s my friend from Deleima. He transported fruits and vegetables from their village,” the old man answered. “Oh, does he also transport Derima fruit? The fruit that has smaller fruits inside it that’s orange in color?” Miria asked, looking a bit curious. “Oh yes, and he ever gave me one at lunch break. It taste sour, yet sweet, it was nice,” Barun said, smiling as he remembered the taste. “Sadly, it’s quite expensive.”

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

She asked Niarthen. “Harvest from the water,” he glanced over with little interest. “Kelp, dulse, lettuce perhaps, and shellfish. Hmm,” he patted his stomach. “I am hungry.” He led them between the palm trees and paused by one looking up. Lyric followed his gaze and saw a woman high up the curve of the trunk. She wore a woven basket over her back, and nothing else, and held a type of blade in one hand. Niarthen called up to get her attention, and she pushed back her sea-blue-tinged hair with the back of her hand and then grinned, before reaching up to cut a coconut free, letting it drop into Niarthen’s waiting hands.