Gojo Mha Novels & Stories

And lastly, their team, Team H—Raia and Osamu. He stands tall in front of them while waiting for further instructions. After a second, he notices the deadly gaze from Rio, but he decides to ignore it. It doesn't take long before Mr. Gojo appears on the screen. "Good day! Qualifiers!" he said with full energy. He had a genuine smile on his face, but it creeped Raia out. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if he'd seen that kind of smile before, though he was not entirely sure.

The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?” Ejima swallowed as she stared at the choirs of eyes that were staring back at her. It was almost impossible to think that those little children that could barely make a sound, were now standing on their feet with no support. Who could guess that this day would come? Who could have guessed that dropping those baskets into the water would save lives? “This is the finger of the creator,” Ejima whispered, unable to find words. “It sure is, Ejima, and by the way, my name is Ngozi." The smile broadens, "we've waited so long for this day. We have waited to give you her blessing and her gift.”

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.