Novel & Cerita Hakari X Kashimo

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

She stood there gaping at the view. They were on a cliff overlooking the entire continent of Kósmima. A tall mountain with clouds covering it stood in the farthest distance, a river ran on the left side – trees covering it, there were settlements a few miles away from it, she could see a few smokes rising from the chimneys of it and one open space that was barely visible from the trees and there were two hot air balloons in the sky, one was in some kind of large garage. On the other side adjacent to it were cherry blossom trees surrounding another settlement. It was different from the first one she saw. It was rather sunny and had a soft vibe. On the other side of the cliff from her lower ri

Their hair like their clan color is also yellow. The Akeitzu is so big and fierce that it could easily tear a horse into pieces with ease. The Hanaras are as fierce as the beasts they ride and this earned them the nickname "The beasts of Snowlandia" from the Tuareez during the Fury of the dragon. The Hirotoki clan are the riders of the Kokomoitzu, a large four-legged reptile that doubles the size of a horse and they have more riders than all other clans. They are indeed the cavalry of snowlandia, their beasts are twice faster than horses and the members of the clan who are not riders are the best horse riders in the kingdom. This makes them the fastest land army in the kingdom.

He immediately withdraw his arm around the legendary beast. “My apologies, Keisuke.” “Aish.” Keisuke shakes his head, clicking his tongue. “Why are you so tensed around us? We aren’t going to eat you. I’m sure you don’t taste good too.” “W-well, I know how ca-capable you two are. I would be killed in an instant.” Kenshi puts an arm around Nozumo’s neck, pulling him. “Worry not, my friend! I only make friends of creatures from Hikari unless you cross my line! But I’ve no line, really!”

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

Takuto suddenly ran to the bathroom and retched into the toilet. In the restaurant, the waiter brought out a local specialty—kinmedai sashimi. “Legend has it,” Misaki had somehow appeared beside Takuto, “that the doomed lovers had this as their final meal.” Takuto froze, chopsticks suspended mid-air. Memories surged up like a tidal wave— “How extravagant… Eating kinmedai at a time like this,” Risa had said with a bitter smile. “Because you said you wanted to try it,” his younger self replied.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.