Ghostface Stu Macher の小説・ストーリー

“Ghost is careful. He doesn’t trust people easily. But he has a network people in high places, people you wouldn’t expect.” Matteo scoffed. “That is not news.” Viktor gave a weak smile. “I wasn’t finished.” He looked at Adrian. “There is a man, someone close to him. No one knows his real name, but they call him Specter. He is Ghost’s right hand.” Adrian’s fingers tapped against his knee. “And what does Specter do?” Viktor’s lips twitched. “Everything Ghost doesn’t want to do himself.” Rosco spoke for the first time. “Where do we find him?”

Aki thumped him on the upper arm. “Ouch! You hit really hard. You know that?” Sasha tried to rub the ache away. Then he pointed to the right side of the structure, where a vertical tunnel made a loud, constant drone as it delivered wind up in a column. “You’ll enter the machine through there. That’s the Shooter Lane.” “That’s Stork Clan bodyflight equipment. I use it all the time for Karamijutsu training.”

Very impressive. “Let’s start with the warm up!.” Stacy instructed. After the warm up, Stacy made me try out all the machines. After four hours, I could not feel a single bone In my body. “You were terribly slow for today. I will let you off the hook since it’s your first time.” Stacy said. Did she just say slow? What a b*tch. I managed to get myself off the ground and left the gym with Stacy following me behind. Just as we were walking, we saw Xander standing across the hallway. He is wearing a black sweatpants and a black vase. His well defined arms were on display for me to see.

Ok, if This is a shock absorption metal, let's test it right now. Taso was smiling because he found something interesting. Mr taso shall we start I will now turn on the machine I well set it to. 50% No, set it to 100%. What! Are you sure, Mr taso? Come on, just set it, don't worry. Ok, if you say so, I will set it now. Then the lady set the machine to maximum, just as taso said. Now then let's test these interesting machine, Ha! Destruction punch 0.1%

I said. “No you didn’t see him die, he just vanished into thin air.” Katleho said. “That’s what Nemesis does.It’s a shrinking machine.” said Sam. “But that is not possible” Mika protested. “Well I thought a lot of things were impossible, until I joined the GOH” said Mr Phenyo. “So how did they shrink Steve, if the machine is right here?” I asked. “Maybe there are two guns” Katleho said. “It makes sense.”

Lucas said faintly. Stane was utterly mad when he heard it. The crowd of Genetic Fighters in the scene saw it and would not want to miss out on this rare occasion. After all, the leader of the Ghost Ax Palace, Stane, was also a well-known powerhouse in the northern area. "Lucas the Demon, now I want to kill you. I guess you got no opinion about it, right?" Stane stared at Lucas and asked. "Nope," Lucas said slowly. Stane smiled coldly. "Great, then I shall come and kill you!"

The man held in one hand, a tattoo machine. A tattoo artist? What had a tattoo artist got to do with this? "I know how much Ricardo's betrayal pains you." Gustavo kissed his teeth. "Such a shame, you both would have been the most powerful duo. The Ghost and The Dark Knight." He took a step backward. "What do you say you get his name tatted on your cleavage where everyone can see. Where everyone can see your betrayal and your foolishness!" He scoffed and sat himself down. “You may begin. And don’t make a mistake of stopping until the job is done.”

And then he stepped out. Marcus Kane. Time hadn’t softened him. If anything, it had carved him sharper, leaner, meaner. His smile cut wide when he saw Ghost, the glint of a knife at his hip. “Seventeen years, old man. Thought you’d died with her.” Ghost’s jaw tightened, his voice low, steady. “You should’ve made sure.”

This place was cleaner than a hospital and more armed than a battleship. "Welcome home, Vanguard," a voice echoed from the shadows of the upper gantry. We looked up. Standing on the walkway, leaning on a cane made of black carbon-fiber, was a man. He wore a simple grey mechanic’s jumpsuit, grease stained on the cuffs. His hair was white, his face lined with the deep grooves of a man who had stared into the sun too long. Marcus Steele. He wasn't the glowing, ascended being we had seen in the Hall of Origins. He looked older, heavier. Mortal.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!