Hiro Shimono Novels & Stories

he asked. “Not attacking,” she clarified. “Not exactly. Just… scouting it out. That’s all.” Slate inhaled deeply through his nose, held it for a second, and blew it out slowly through his mouth before shoveling a huge slice of ham into his mouth. He chewed for a second and then swallowed what Nya had to assume were pieces the size of a normal bite for her. “I’ve thought about it,” he said with a casual tone, like he wasn’t deciding her fate. “I think it’s too risky.”

The owner of the gaze eventually left the area and headed towards the upper flows. ******* Shirona Yui was an average looking, bespectacled woman that works in the Human Resources section of the Sanming Gaming Studio. Although she wasn't very popular in the gaming studio with other employees, Shirona Yui was quite good at her job so her being made the head of the HR section was a smart move on the part of the gaming studio.

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I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Of course, Bastard’s spoon won’t make a noise, rich people manners or some shit like that. Mrs Shimizu isn’t even here, she stepped out to get something, leaving me alone with Bastard. Can’t tell if that’s luck or not. “Say Sorahiko…”. I almost choke on rice, because why the hell does Bastard sound unsure? The Aronohai Miyamura starting a sentence with ‘say’?. Like a schoolgirl speaking to her crush. Okay, that comparison is kind of shit. The thought almost made me gag on my rice. “Firstly, look at me”.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

Turning back, I noticed Hayden still seated on the car hood, his gaze fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to join me. It took him a moment to rise, but he eventually slipped off his shoes, leaving them beside mine, before making his way toward me. Drawing closer, he wore a mischievous smirk, furrowing my brows in confusion. Upon entering the water, he stooped down, retrieving something and playfully tossing it into my hair. As I felt it move, I instantly recognized it as a sea cockroach. Letting out a scream, I swiftly plucked it from my hair and flung it onto his head. Chuckling, he calmly removed it, meeting my gaze.