Goku Rages の小説・ストーリー

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’

asked Gerald while smiling cheekily. “You’re really asking for it, you know…?!” roared Ryugu—who was now so angry that he almost looked maniacal—as he clenched his fists! Following that, Ryugu immediately launched another series of attacks! Now that he was more enraged than ever, his attacking speed and strength were instantly heightened, resulting in the assassin moving so quickly that only his afterimages could be seen! Noticing how much faster and stronger Ryugu now was, Gerald was just about to release the power of his Herculean Primordial Spirit when suddenly, he couldn’t help but frown.

George Rage had a wry smile on, "do you really think the emperor favoured me because of my Intel, you're obviously clueless. With this little strength, you want to challenge me? Let me teach you a lesson so you don't behave like an amateur next time." Hearing the mocking, Blake got angry and dashed with a heymacker punch, pushing all his weight and strength behind it. Seeing him rushing over, Blake smiled and threw a jab with his left fist, barely moving. The fists collided, a dull sound could be heard, and general Blake was pushed back by the force, retreating about ten feet before he stopped. An astounded look appeared on his face when he saw that George Rage had remained rooted on the sam

Kokun, in a fit of anger, could not be bothered to waste any more words. "Alright, alright! All you want at the end of all this, framing me and everything, is just to get rid of me so you can claim the greatest power for your own. Well, I'm just not going to give it to you. I'll get rid of you today even if it kills me, you traitor." As the words rang through the air, a strong aura exploded from Kokun's body. He raised a hand, striking down on Tyson's chest at the speed of light.

That was the only explanation for losing to a first-year. This Death God needed to be reminded where she stood. Around him, the sweetness thickens into something punishing. Roko and Gus, already paralyzed, are turning an interesting shade of red, making sounds that don't resolve into words. I can also feel the heat starting to build at the back of my throat and behind my sternum. I shake my head once, hard. Then I move. I hold my breath, cross the distance in two steps, and drive a kick into his sternum.

“I think our friend is becoming soft.” In the car, Charlie’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the action before them. She said, “The climax is soon to come, then the resolution. I’m excited!” Then, just as planned, Maxwell screamed. It was a loud, intense roar that seemed to shake the entire block. He suddenly stood like Son Goku powering up, his legs spread wide and his fists clenched. He even gave a dramatic glare, and somehow, his black hair looked windblown like he’d just been hit by lightning!

The tension in the room is palpable. Elder Rothgar, a bear of a man with a shock of white hair, slams his fist on the table. The sound reverberates through the chamber like a thunderclap. "This is unprecedented!" he roars, his piercing blue eyes flashing with intentionally injected indignation. "A Gamma killing an Alpha's pup? It's an act of war!"

"Herk! I was freaking over the edge with anger and my aura was daring." The vine on my temple pulse, while i clenched my fist subduing the urge to punch his fucking ugly face. Zuka felt irritated at his behaviour, he struggled to be let loose out of me, but I knew better than to let him have his way. "Get the fuck of my sight at this minute!" I growled, in a low and hushed tone. The sweat on the gamman's face became so obvious as though he had been poured a drum of water.

Kage’s rumbling in his chest was beginning to get louder and his right hand was beginning to shift, claws starting to come out. Is this idiot seriously going to shift?!

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.