How Old Is Matsuda Death Note Novels & Stories

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

The old man looked up as Ren entered the cemetery before the teen bowed politely to him, a gesture that the old caretaker returned, and Ren went on his way. The teen then went along a path quite familiar to him by then, arriving at the furthest point of the cemetery, the quietest and also the most peaceful area in the cemetery. Ren said nothing and showed nothing on his face as he walked up to one of the gravestones that had the following words inscribed on it in the Japanese kanji letters: Here lies Tatsuya Fujiyama 15 May 1990 – 14 July 2006

She trailed off staring at her fingers. "Then something would have happened to Isabelle. If she didn't hide, she'd have probably met with a very brutal fate." Alex said shaking his head. Matilda looked at him and then she sighed. "Life's so fucked up." "Yeah... It's pretty shitty." "Hold on... How many years have you been in a coma?" Alex asked suddenly interested in the years. "Umm... 18 years I've heard... Why?" She asked. "The incident happened when you were three so that would mean you would be like 21 years old?" He asked and then clamped his hands to his mouth staring at Matilda who still didn't understand what her age has to do with this.

“If I remember correctly, next month is Patricia's death anniversary, right? Maybe you just remember how she died that year, and that's why you started hallucinating." The person sitting across from her was a man. The man might be older than forty years, but it seemed he had not yet reached fifty. Maybe forty-four or forty-five? The woman must have known his age, and even if he wasn't young anymore, he still looked quite handsome with his sharp eyes and attractive jawline, and he even looked younger than his actual age thanks to the tattoos on his neck and arms that carried a younger vibe to him.

Arista wasn't sure how long she had slept, but when she looked down under the table, she saw that the Vengeance Scrolls Levi had looked through were piled as high as her. Arista was surprised, "What are you looking for?" He didn't bother to answer, but the book in his hand stopped at a page and didn't flip further. Arista looked down and saw on that page the name, birthdate, and date of death of a woman were written: "Mandy Moore... Twenty-two years old, deceased." Arista murmured the word, letting out a long sigh, "Twenty-two years old, too short. This girl has such a nice name, and it's a pity."

Toya said, "Is she linked to Amrita?" Kazuha picked up a pen and starts spinning it while still staring at her notes, "She said that she was seven years old when she's adopted, right? THat the right age if we count right." she said. Noriko then looked at Kazuha. "I do have my doubts. Kono-nee and dad did say that Amrita has killed a lot of people leaving no survivors even though it is a secret." Toya then spoke up, "We wouldn't have found out if it weren't-" Noriko is quick to shush her brother.

On a world that existed somewhere in the parallel universe sat a man as he looked at his fourteen-year-old son, while remembering his past. Takamatsu Henjiro could only force a smile as he couldn't help but wonder why his situation looked different from the situation of the rest of the people that he had read about on web novels. He still remembered how he transmigrated to this world twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, Takamatsu was still a high school student on Earth.

My own death flashed before my eyes. How unjustly had we both died? "I died at the age of seventeen, the very year Sav7 debut. After I died." I wanted to nod, but even that was not possible. Alex really looked like an idol with his purple hairs and smooth milky skin. He also wore those chain earrings that every idol wears, but nothing new in that, I wear earrings too. But what was surprising was, we were both the same age, although I already had a feeling about that. But he died the year after my death. I died when I was sixteen.

Mizu wondered about how weird this guy is, but it's so strange as she felt nothing ill coming from him, instead, his pleasing aura is very comfortable. Zhi let go, and uttered, "Was it's not rude to ask for your age too?" Himari immediately answered him, "17." Akane followed, "I'm 18 boy, you?" His coffee-like eyes brightened, "I'm 17, yes, I'm not the eldest one haha. How about you Mizu?" his lively character is like a virus spreading rapidly. "I'm 15," Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy.

That would mean that they just somehow dropped dead, so the mundane police called the magical police as well. "Identification," Camden said, reading from a tablet. "She's Jenefer Pineda, a Light Yoza, 29 years old, works as a kindergarten teacher in Johansson Primary, it was her 29th birthday today so she celebrated outside with her friends, said friends have already been contacted, they said there was nothing wrong with her before they all went home, and she didn't drink that much either," he said. "She could be poisoned," Arielle said.