Hokage Dress Novels & Stories

I selected the peach and white color combination, and the long skirt of the dress featured beautifully tailored flowers that adorned the simple yet elegant design. I called upon some maidservants to assist me in getting dressed, knowing that this style of dress might be considered bold by some other aristocrats, as it slightly exposed my legs. However, I didn't mind, as I was wearing it only within the confines of the De Rosa manor, meant for the eyes of these people alone. But I suddenly missed wearing the traditional clothing of the Azai Clan, which we called kimono. The kimono is traditionally worn by wrapping it around the body, with the left side over the right, and it is sometimes laye

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.

However, they were also one of the countries that preserved traditional cultures most thoroughly. Take Yahiko for example. He would always be dressed in a suit and leather shoes in public, and he even paid more attention to Western etiquette compared to the British. However, when he left the business field, he liked to live in a traditional Japanese manor and only wore a hakama at home or on special occasions. The hakama, like the kimono worn by Japanese women, was the traditional garment with the highest status in Japan. Nanako would dress in modern Western-style clothing most of the time when she used to go to school, competitions, or even when she was working now, but because of family tr

How am I supposed to fight comfortably in these? Since we took a lot of time to get ready, I ate in my room before I went down to meet up with Ajax, accompanied by Holly. Holly was wearing a pink dress with frills at the bottom. It goes cutely with her black hair, which is styled in such a complicated manner. A white bandage is on her forehead to cover the wound that she received from Elduran. While Holly looks innocent, Ajax looks like he is ready to fight. Though he is not wearing the usual outfit that hunters usually wear, it still looks a little edgy; black pants and a top that I recently learned is called a ‘leather brown jacket’.

"Mey! You look gorgeous!" I looked down at my dress and smiled. "Thanks!" Unlike my other friends who were totally okay with wearing short dresses, I wore a long white dress and topped it up with an open sweater. I actually had no problem wearing short dresses, but my parents would never allow me to do that. They were quite conservative. My parents did not allow me to wear sleeveless shirts, skirts, and shorts. Well, we, Asians, always tried our best to avoid showing too much skin, anyway. If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean.

Five minutes later, the door opens and she walks into my office looking very chic in a white sleeveless dress, white stilettos and her hair packed up in a ponytail. "Kim told me you dressed casually today but I didn't believe her." She eyes me over when I get up to give her a hug. "Did something happen to your billion suits?" "No." I say. "Is there something wrong with my outfit?" "Not really but have you forgotten about the conference call with Hiroshi Takahashi?" She questions. "You dress the way he dresses if you want something from him." "What do you think he's likely to wear today?" I inquire.

Avery's pov I stood in front of the mirror with Isabella beside me. I turned left and right to check myself out, I looked different but the same. I was dressed in a beautiful black kimono with red patterns and my hair was styled in a Japanese bun. Under my kimono, I wore a black singlet and black ripped jeans with a pair of black heeled boots. I had a meeting to attend and I wanted to put in a dress that granted me as much freedom as possible when fighting.

Probably in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties at most. And he was dressed in traditional attire. A Keikogi. Specifically, a black tailored hakama paired with a kendogi, the traditional upper garment worn in the Japanese martial art of Kendo. An obi was tied neatly around his small waist, completing the set. He wore a full-on martial arts outfit. I wasn't expecting that. "Kyoto," Mr. Reynor said smoothly, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I see you're still as vibrant as ever." Kyoto grinned, his smile warm and genuine. "You don't look bad yourself, Donovan."

"I don't want my head on a platter." Having no choice, I began getting ready. I styled my hair in loose waves and applied a light layer of powder and lip gloss. Then I searched my bag for what to wear and found no dress except for a simple orange dress. I was about to slip it on when CJ entered holding a white lace dress adorned with rhinestones. "You can't wear that," he said. "We're wearing matching outfits for the ritual." I turned around, staring at the dress without taking it. "Why? And what about Kia? What is she going to wear?"

That would be stupid! So, after a bodysuit, Skye wore the ballistic gear then topped them with a black rounded fluffy dress. It was a dress Almira suggested for Skye to wear to the funeral since it was said to be worn on Korean traditional funeral ceremonies for the closest family members of the deceased being mourned. The dress’ design was elegant despite its sad color but it was efficient to hide weapons of many kinds beneath due to its size and design.