How Did Hashirama Died Novels & Stories

Yang Xiao could not be provoked! In the eyes of all the sorrowful descendants of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Tianye raised his sword and stabbed deeply into his abdomen. The wound was so deep that the hilt was almost gone. This was not the end! Cold sweat dripped down Miyamoto Tianye's forehead. The sharp pain made him exceptionally sober. He gritted his teeth and finished the rest of the movements until he completely died in front of everyone. Miyamoto Shinei's eyes were red. "Yang Xiao, our ancestor has committed harakiri. Are you satisfied?"

It's cold you bastard! I bowed, "Watashi no warui, Fumihara-sama. Sayonara." [Trans: My bad, Fumihara. Goodbye.] And in a very swift move, his head slowly falls back after I slit his neck deep open. His sluts turned pale. I didn't waste any time and jumped out of the window. The last thing I heard was their screams. Fumihara Shiro must thank me because I didn't torture him. He's lucky I'm eager to come back to the Philippines because of Agape. Becsuse if it happened, I have a lot of time in my hands, I'll give him the worst death ever.

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”

Right after Jiro died in front of her, Reiko still had the mood to approach Kaze with gifts, showing goodwill. She was not to be underestimated as a woman. It would be foolish of him if he treated her like a mere plaything. … “Jiro died in front of Refined Blade Dojo. Reiko Hara was there and she got blood all over her when he died.” Back at Bronze Sparrow, Miru came over with the latest update. “Mhmm. Let’s see if the Ryokanians know how to behave.” Kaze nodded. His phone suddenly rang. It was from Lock.

He added as the vehicle conveyed all of us to the towering building that was Blue Mountains. The was a whole lot of activities taking place all at once as the door of the vehicle was opened up. We all took our time to alight. I was curious to see what he looked like after all these years. Isabella held my hand and together we followed the Kishimotos toward the elevator. As the lift took us the floor of the meeting, Kishimoto spoke. "He is here." "How can you tell?" I asked. "I can feel his hate, he used this elevator," Hashirama said.

Hisoka had to agree. “Wait– wait!!” Sensing that his life was in danger, he tried to retaliate. With a single blink, those daggers raced toward him and stabbed his entire body. “Puek~” A black blood was vomited by him. “Goodbye.” Qusyairi felt the sharp dagger slit through his throat from the end to the end of his neck. Plop! He fell sideways with opened eyes and stopped his heartbeat. Snap! The daggers soon evaporated.

I ranted. “And the gunfire?” he questioned. “Shinobu is dead.” I shrugged, walking into my bedroom. “You… you killed him?” he stammered. “Of course. A lesson needed to be learned. No one pretends to be Kitsune. No one kills in my name but me.” I answered as I calmly began to undress.

The army on Tsukishima began walking into the sea. They did not sink. Each copy stepped onto the surface and moved toward us. Cassian drew his silver blade. “They are not living.” Shigure’s broken sword glowed. “They are discarded lives.” I looked at him. “What does that mean?” His gaze stayed on the approaching figures. “Every time Ayamira died and returned, the crown kept an echo.” My copies filled the ocean. Some wore armour. Some wore torn dresses. One was a child. One carried a newborn wrapped in blue cloth.

"So, what happened to the world?" Luna's chirpier voice drew BaoBao's attention and he looked up at her. Seeing her smile made him feel a tinge better. "Following the book's timeline, everything's fine. Hansuke and you survived. Aimi was still with Isamu, even if it was only on the surface. Anything that happened after that is alright." "What happened to Aimi? Did she back off in the end?" "The opposite actually. She overestimated herself. Hansuke died trying to keep her safe. It was for nothing though. She died a slow and painful death soon after."

Arya Santanu stood up straight while looking at his right hand which was covered in Hirasura's demon blood. "Wh-what?! I-It can penetrate his iron skin?!" Hirasura was shocked. His eyes widened as he lamented the reality. At first glance, Hirasura who had fought alongside Hiranyaksipu about a hundred years ago saw Arya Santanu's figure like he was seeing two figures. Hirasura remembered well the prince who strongly opposed Aji Kala Karna's rebellion against all the kingdoms in Yawadwipa. "A-Aji Sangkala and Lord Asura?" Slowly, Hirasura's consciousness began to fade. He fell forward and died instantly.