Himiko Toga Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“See?” It was a picture of Milo, and he looked as startled and fearful as Lyssa. His hair was also shot through with streaks of orange-red. He looked different, but it was surprisingly harmonious. She handed back the portacomm and took a step closer to her friend. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch a strand of her hair, one that was heavily silver, but could detect no difference in the texture from the auburn strands surrounding it. “It’s beautiful.”

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

My name is Towa. Towa wears an attire that seems like a sailor uniform one piece at Japan but with a bit of modification here and there along with a blue shoe and black sock. She also wears a blue beret and a black ribbon on her head and. She has short light brown hair that reaches her neck and green eyes. She also carries a brown backpack at her back. (AN: https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Towa?file=Towa-portrait.png her image in case you're wondering) Issei - ...Issei Hyoudou.

"Sigh. Sakura, how many times must I tell you? As my heir and future Miko, you have to always uphold majesty and pride at any moment." The door opened to show a beautiful and mature woman. She had long golden hair, fox ears, whiskers, and six golden tails. She was wearing a loose kimono that partially showed her large breasts and a monocle. In her right hand was a large gourde containing an unknown liquid. She was talking and walking with a bored expression, but the grâce of her demeanor was unmistakable. But, the moments she took a swig of her gourd and began gulping down what was contained in it–

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

Her hair was still half wet. His eyebrows furrowed and he went towards her "Seriously, wake--" He paused and looked at her wet hair carefully. He picked up the half pink half blonde bunch of hair. He quickly ran, went to the bathroom and grabbed the diffuser. He dried the hair and combed them till their ends. "This is," Kirito said as he looked at her hair which curled into pink blonde locks like a double helix "So pretty." She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. Then she got up suddenly "Hiomi--Welcome back home." She got from the bed "I didn't make dinner-- I'll just--"

“You mean ‘that’ list?” Chie nodded her head with a smile. “What’s his name?” Kiyo sighed internally, knowing there’s nothing she could do to stop her best friend. “His name is Haato. We call him Haato-kun.” Chie gasped softly. “Haato-kun. And his hair is red, like a blooming heart.” Chie moaned softly. “What a perfect combination.” “If you say it like that, yeah, but I don’t really see him as perfect.” Kiyo said.

Just a pair of snug black jeans with silver chains and a baggy purple sweater which looked extremely good on him. Aito's smile went even wider. "Check this out." He said as pulled off his beanie, revealing his head of soft platinum blonde locks. He ran his fingers through his hair, grinning. "Nice right?" Haruto's heart slowly sunk to his stomach as a feeling of dread gripped his heart. He stared at Aito's hair in utter shock, feeling cold to the bones. Aito just smirked as he watched Haruto's reaction carefully. "It's me man. I'm back."

' Togo thought for a while and her expression was very difficult at this moment. Unlike Hong who didn't know much, Yurihama understood Togo's difficulty since she knew Monica's identity. "Miss Tomari, you can ask him first to see whether he's interested or not, and while you're inviting him, I will try to search for another fighter," Yurihama said, but even so, she wasn't confident that she was able to find someone who was as strong as Hong in a very short time. Togo nodded and didn't hesitate anymore. Togo didn't want to lose that contract and knew that it was the only way.

Izanagi, our guitarist with bleach blonde hair held up a fist to his chest then the sky, it was a silent tribute. "Thanks, Kagami!" Gen's eyes were full of tears, he's our drummer but he's always the first to cry. He used to have a mohawk, but his girlfriend convinced him to shave it off so now he's bald. "We love you, man!" Utaka waved with both arms, his strawberry blonde hair fluttering in the wind, he was half french and had the energy of a chipmunk but his piano playing oddly filled those listening to it with rapture. "We'll never forget youuuu!"