Hood Gojo Novels & Stories

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.

Khai looks at Aster with visible concern. No reply. "Also, not gonna lie, you look pretty badass with that bandage. Kinda like Ereh Yeager!" He smirks, strawberry milk lollipop sticking out of his mouth. "Shut up." Aster snarls. Actually, her wound has already healed due to her quick healing ability but it would be suspicious if a wound that major was to be gone so quick, so she's stuck with a stupid bandage around her head for at least another week.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

And the one who exposes this place is not even a supernatural creature. Hiro's appearance made him feel so doubted about the spell and enchantments that his siblings has taught to him. Hiro grips Kagome's neck as he was thrilled to capture her and send her to the spiritual realm. His eye glows orange. "You do not belong here!" Hiro shouted. "Stop it!" snarled Amaya and force his hand to get off her. It wasn't a hard job to disentangle Hiro's strangles from her because Hiro is not yet good at fighting.

Unable to suppress his injuries, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Goyo’s reputation as the leader of the Five Path Emperors and strongest of the Greater Realms was indeed well-deserved. After James entered the Zenthur Rank, not even Xanthakos could inflict such grave damage upon him. On the other hand, Goyo’s condition was not faring any better. As the shockwaves spread, his long flowing hair was disheveled and his white robe was torn. Injured by their confrontation, he also spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

He had oiled his body so that if an attacker managed to get him in a wrestling hold, he could slide out of it more easily. General Haggoz was there also, stopping beside Nikolai and gazing over at them. He was dressed the same and carried a similar-looking sword, along with a short, totally inadequate-looking shield and a length of thick chain. He was huge and muscular, and his blond-red hair gleamed in the sun. Akari noted that he was extraordinarily handsome too, though all of her focus was, as usual, on her mate. Haggoz saw Akari watching him and he nodded at her. Unlike the other men, he didn’t glare with disapproval but looked at him and his group with something like speculation in his

All Mia could do was to stand petrified and listen to him as he said "We know he's not around, we're here for you... little Miss." Back to the school, an all out brawl going on between the the hunters and the combat enabled teachers. The hunters were led by big Joe, a hulking beast with an unknown an amount of super strength. while the teachers were led by none other than mr. Fuji Waramaki, the man who had power over all elements.

Gojo’s Infinity technique hummed subtly, cocooning the room in a private bubble, amplifying the electricity that crackled between them. Y/N wasted no time. She slammed Gojo against the door, the force of the impact making him grunt softly. This wasn't a gentle prelude; it was a declaration. Her hands, usually so precise with cursed energy, were now frantic as they clawed at his jacket, desperate to feel the hard muscles beneath.

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame