Gojo Satoru Novels & Stories

Bozo had suffered the same fate and his men had been too late to save him. "Now I will die a happy man, knowing that I met my mother in the end," Bozo smiled. Blood was trickling out of his eyes, nose, and ears, and seeing him like this made Ejima's heart snap into a thousand pieces. She wished for death, it would be pleasant if she followed her children into the void, into the world where there was no suffering, pain, or death. "Stay with me," Ejima cried, "Kachi, find a healer. Stay with me son."

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”

All were amazed and had to call Shola out from his room. “You guys should allow that boy rest, he just joined today, or you want to blend him already?” Shola uttered from his room while approaching close to them. “Wotowoto, na so we go do am” a tall, huge boy reply. He goes by name Sanjo. He is a rugged cultist, always dressing decent with ties and shoes but deep within his bags are weapons for war. Sanjo has been from his ss1 he joined the school, a thorn in the flesh of teachers. He is handsome and doesn’t look like what he does.

Aito was so frightened he fainted on the spot. "You see... Ryuho is part of the SM circle" Toshiro said, not hesitating to taint the innocent Ryu. He deliberately lowered his voice to almost a whisper to make it seem mysterious and very important. Hearing that, Aito visibly paled and Toshiro felt happy, knowing it was working. "I've heard that he's a Dom. The extreme kind and he likes cute guys. Just like you. His last boyfriend was my roommate's friend and he told us that Ryuho is brutal. He can't get hard without inflicting pain and he especially likes role play so he made him wear embarrassing costumes and they do..." he purposely let his voice trail off, leaving the rest to Aito's imagin

Especially Emma Sutton, who seems to see his next target. He was wearing a suit and black trousers at the bottom. He also wears an expensive watch that makes the guys stare at it. "Thank you everyone...so let me introduce myself first," he said, then let out his wide smile. "I'm Mr. Gojo, your instructor for today. Maybe you're asking, "Why not Mr. Rayven?" I mean, yeah, I get it. It might look like he's much more familiar with you guys, but I have to do this job or I'm dead," he said to them, joking while wearing a weird smile.

Satoru said with a wide pacific smile that made Iori want to smirk. It was too late for him to be trying to loosen the atmosphere because he crossed the line and he was going to have to pay for that, “Not at all, after everything that had happened, I think it’s the best thing to do,” Iori answered and Satoru sighed motioning for them to sit down, “It’s good to see you again, Hiiragi-san,” Haruki finally said and The president smiled at her brother and shook his hand, Seriously, her brother was taking their plan too lightly if he was still exchanging greetings with the man,

Wouldn’t that mean that he had already lost his opportunity as soon as he came up then? As he thought about this, Jiro hurriedly said, “Miss Ito, don’t you think that your criterion is a little too harsh? There are so many good men in this world but they might not necessarily be training or practicing combat and fighting. However, those masters in combat and fighting are usually very old, just like your coach, Mr. Yamamoto Kazuki. Miss Ito, you would not want to look for a boyfriend like that, would you?”

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Alex asked. Mr. Kitagawa scoffed coldly. “Of course, I’m not a ninja. I’m an ancient—” Alex couldn’t be bothered to listen to his introduction. “Get lost!” If Mr. Kitagawa was a ninja, Alex would’ve been slightly interested. But since he wasn’t, Alex didn’t want him to stay. “Take this!” Mr. Kitagawa shouted angrily as he threw a punch at Alex. Mr. Kitagawa was a martial arts expert who studied an ancient form of Japanese martial art known as Katori Shinto Stream. His level of cultivation was extremely close to Mystic rank. This was also how he caught Frank Accardo’s eyes, and why Frank intentionally invited him from Japan.

"First it was Ms. Emiko, then Mr. Kaji. Those two Satoru brothers are really weird, aren't they?" "Shh," Nurse Natsuki placed her index finger over her lips. "Be careful what you say. Mr. Kano Satoru is the largest shareholder in this hospital. Don't let anyone who's pro-him hear any unflattering comments about him and then report you to him." Nurse Aoki covered her mouth with her hand, shuddering. It had been almost twelve days since Kano Satoru was discharged from the hospital after surgery, but her son, Kaji, came to see Jonas almost every day, bringing beautiful bouquets of flowers and delicious food.