Novel & Cerita Hinata And Kageyama Ship

“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.”

she shouted at Angela, about to go physical when Antonio pulled her back. “What are you defending her, she kissed you, I saw you two! What lies did she tell you”? Hinata barked angrily. “I think she is depressed enough, please”. Antonio replied. “He is my man, get that into your stinking head”. Angela rose that instant. “You are crazy, Kureiji! Baka!” Hinata cursed at her angrily in Japanese. Angela smirked, seeing the wetness in Hinata's horrified eyes. She could tell she had seen every information about Antonio.

Antonio stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides, barely containing his rage as Damon walked over to Hinata and grabbed her by the hair pulled her face up. "Look at her," Damon mocked, and he leaned down slightly, his eyes shifting between Antonio and Hinata. "My men, all of them have planted our seeds successfully in her and she's still this strong. How impressive is this Asian?" Antonio's jaw tightened, his glare sharp as steel, but he remained silent, knowing Damon was trying to provoke him. Not like he can this if he decides to fight back alone. Damon tugged lightly on the chain connected to Hinata's collar, a cruel glint in his eyes.

“I’ll see you in six days. Hopefully. If not, you know what will happen to your mountain!” That evening, Ishida, Rhina, and Jameck left the Lesser Sea City of Cessabit on a Medietan patrol boat. Ishida had proven himself to be a skilled captain regardless of having never sailed the seas before. He figured out how to set the controls so that a computer took control of the ship while Ishida rested. That night, like many other nights, he found it hard to fall asleep. Everything was still and quiet— yet the silence was so deafening that he had to cover his ears.

In his hand was a longbow, and he also carried a quiver of arrows on his back. Obviously, he was the person who had fired the arrow moments ago. Other than that, at least a few dozen machine guns lined the bow of the ship, with a gunner manning it and their muzzles trained at Tyr’s vessel. They were only an order away from firing. So, who was it? Which organization in Japan was actually capable enough to have dozens of machine guns installed, ready to fire, on their ship? “It’s them, Kamikakushi!” shouted someone from one of the ships.

Grandmother’s cloak did not. Neither did the black sails. The ships behind them crossed the waves without disturbing them. “Another vision,” I whispered. Cassian watched the fleet through narrowed eyes. “Not entirely.” He pointed toward the white vessel. Its reflection moved differently from the ship. In the water, Grandmother was absent. Kiyomi stood alone at the bow. Hayate was not kneeling. He was dead. I jerked my gaze away. The child echo still held my hand. “Where are they?”

After Hansuke and Eiichi safely boarded the hover ship, they immediately flew towards Naoko and Tadashi to pick them up. By the time Tadashi and Naoko safely boarded the hover ship, the Devourer caught up once again. Isamu and Aimi skillfully controlled the hover ship in making sharp turns to avoid its attacks. Amidst the strong turbulence of the hover ship, Tadashi supported Naoko back to the control room and up the short flight of stairs to the command table. Only after she buckled herself into her seat did he buckle himself down to the seat beside her. Seeing that everyone was finally secured, Tatsuya shouted his next command. "Hit the boo-"