Romans & histoires Gojo Running

Other than being an expert in the Refined Blade, Jiro was also a karate expert. His move contained explosive power and speed, pushing all the aspects to the limit. His thigh muscles contained massive power as the kick dropped, breaking even the air. “Jiro is furious. I bet Kaze will die here.” Draig looked serious. He had to admit that Jiro was the strongest opponent that he had ever met since he came back to Arcadia. “Die!” Following Jiro’s shout, his foot came closer to Kaze’s face. In the nick of time, Kaze moved his body to the side using the slightest movement, dodging the attack at a strange angle and with unbelievable nimbleness.

I forced myself through the crowd, stepping over broken bottles and bodies. The DJ booth was damaged, the music playing in a distorted manner. The Dj himself was dead. I recognized him—a student of ours. My wolf growled, clawing at me to unleash the anger in me. But I reeled him in. “Not now, boy,” I muttered. As seconds passed, I finally got a clearer vision. “Jojo!” I yelled his name the moment I sighted him. He hurried to where I was and assisted me. “You were cut,” jojo said, placing his hand on a deep cut I didn’t notice on my torso. I winced, shifting away from his hand,

this is going to get fun. ~~~

POV Willow After we got outside, I hid behind a tree and undressed. I shifted quickly and ran out. There were murmurs of surprise when the others saw me but Tracy and Zack just smiled at me and held out the kids toys. Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision.

“You ready?” Fiero’s reply didn’t hesitate. “Always.” The whistle blew. Fiero moved. And the stadium lost its mind. He was fast but that wasn’t what stunned them. It was how he ran. Like he could see. Like he didn’t need to. Because Joy’s voice—clear, cutting, absolute was all he followed. “Left!” He pivoted. “Step over—NOW!” His stride shifted without stutter. The first obstacle passed like it wasn’t even there.

After fifteen minutes of waiting and Kaito not arriving, I give up slightly disappointed and start a slow jog on the same route we ran the week before. I know I'm treading on dangerous waters. I'm trying to find a replacement for my loneliness in Kaito, and I know deep down in my gut it is not going to end well for either of us. Yet I selfishly say yes every time he asks if he will see me the next day. I don't even break a sweat on these runs anymore, my feet fast on the pavement as I dodge the other runners who are brave enough to be outside so early. I never wear earphones or headphones while I'm running like almost every other jogger. Japan might be one of the safest countries in the worl