Himura Kenshin Novels & Stories

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

At that same moment, I saw a well-maintained tower on the other side, and there I sat and sheltered myself for the time being. 'This simulation is slowly killing me.' I tore a piece of my clothes to tie to my side that was already covered in blood. This shit hurts so bad; my ribcage is broken. While resting and treating myself, I watched the man with the spike hair fight. He's wearing a lot of armour and a long sword that looks very heavy, and yet he's so freaking agile. The kuishinbo, on the other hand, is enormous and has a humanoid figure, same as the one that attacked me when I woke up. The guy jumped so high and landed in a building. He jumped to rush the kuishinbo from there. The kuish

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

(Trigger Warning: Abuse) I gasped as I woke up, I shot up from the bed in shock. I started coughing furiously before looking around the unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on a blurry figure in the room on a chair. I looked around me in search of my glasses, I picked them up from the nightstand beside me, put them on quickly and looked at the figure. It was a guy. He had tattoos and he just looked really serious and mean but he watched me with concern and calmness in his eyes.

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.

The corners of his mouth turned up before he breathed out at me in a rusty voice: “Who am I, the Hikizuri wants to know? I'm nothing more than a fighter." How on earth did he know the Japanese term for my kimono? Presumably he also knew about Japan. Who else would wear such professional samurai armor? Apparently he was as serious about the masked ball as I was. My hand slowly went to his face. His pupils then dilated. I gently stroked his left cheek, whereupon he nestled very lightly in my hand.

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

I take a deep breathe slowly, wishing someone would join us and I don’t have to feel this atmosphere alone. ……………. Now there are 8 of us sitting here. Introduced each other and a little jokes to crack the stranger’s feelings among us. I saw that guy in front of me, he is Ivan, seems humble and nice, not kind of overbearing person- just like the first guy I met here-. Then the guy at the edge of this table, Arthur, he’s the tiniest in comparison to the other guy here. He has fair skin with knee-length shorts and wearing glasses, well he looks casual even though he was the one who said that maybe we have to consider re-schedule the meeting due the rain hasn’t stopped in his place. For that rea

He was here to kill. Killing was a very different skill. It was decisive and lacked hesitation. Zen hesitated a lot, thinking of where to strike and second-guessing if his strike would kill in one hit. As a result, the first twenty orange slimes almost kicked his ass back to the chapel. The sword wasn’t dull, but Zen wasn’t a good master. He finally understood why Liu Feng and Akiko fought the way they did. It was difficult for Zen to move without hesitation until he found a pattern that he was comfortable with after his sixtieth slime.

The other party replied coldly, “No need. I’ll start working immediately. Tell me if you have any valuable clues.” Cadfan hurriedly said, “Master Xanthos, there has been a slight progression in this matter. I originally did not have any clues at all about this mysterious person, but now, I have some clues about him. He is of Japanese-Oskian descent. He is not old, and he is around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at most, but he possesses extraordinary strength. It is said that even the Japanese ninjas are not his opponent at all. He could deal with several ninjas all on his own! Master Xanthos, you have to be careful!”