Gojo Itadori Novels & Stories

They then, like the 'prentices of Old Melton, played a considerable part in the society of the great cities, and that man was lucky, were he gentle Samurai or simple wardsman, who could claim the Father of the Otokodate for his friend. Chôbei of Bandzuin was the chief of the Otokodate of Gim. He was originally called Itarô, and was the son of a certain Rônin who lived in the country. One day, when he was only ten years of age, he went out with a playfellow to bathe in the river; and as the two were playing they quarreled over their game, and Itarô, seizing the other boy, threw him into the river and drowned him.

It doesn’t draw blood, but instead holds onto my leg and stares up at me. Shaking badly, I try to pull myself together. Eventually, I force myself to grab ahold of it and pull it off my leg so I can get a closer look. When we are both at eye level, I see that it is indeed one and the same because now the little boy has the soul eater’s pale beautiful face.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

"Huh?" "Are you taking this seriously?" "Sorry... I have the itis, I was spacing out for a bit." "The itis? What's that?" Ack. It's a word I learned from Amara. Shirai-san had suddenly teleported to leaning his chin at the edge of the stage watching us. "It means food coma." He blinked back at us. Tanjiro sighed. "Are you trying to piss me off? That sounded good." "I don't know... what was I playing?"

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Monica nodded and asked, "What about the other one?" Fusae then pointed her finger at a man of above-average height who had an extremely athletic build, and his most notable feature was his mop of messy, dark brown hair like seaweed. His face was handsome and because of his body and temperament, he also attracted a lot of attention from the females in this venue. "He's a new fighter of Nogi Group. His name is Tokita Ohma. I don't know anything else about him," Fusae said calmly. Her tone was very calm from the beginning to the end, showing her professionalism as a secretary of Togo Tomari.

I couldn’t shift because I was stuck. Alpha Leonardo didn’t protest. He shifted into his human form, standing bare before everyone. The blood of the men he has killed dripped through his body. Raising his hands in surrender, “Now, let go of her, Vogar.” His eyes narrowed. Even in his human form, he still looked like a predator. “Funny how you trust me, Brother.” Vogar squeezed my neck hard. “She is not worthy of a man like you. She has to….” His body suddenly vibrated behind me as he groaned in pain.