How Tall Is Zoro の小説・ストーリー

Soon, the man came in. This guy was 1.9 meters tall, wearing a suit and leather shoes. He was very majestic and impressive. When he came in, he glanced at Zhou Zhe and ignored him. When he saw Zhou Tian, a pair of small blue eyes turned a few times, emitting two fierce lights.

“He was here!” “Who?” “The rogue Gamma.” “What?” “Yes, Zoe saw him. She said he was enormous and smoking hot. Her words, not mine. He has long dark hair, and a beard and mustache.” “Is he still there?” “No, he came to trade, and left.” “What was he looking for?” “He traded fresh meat for some clothes and a knife. Hans, the rogue he traded with, said he was about six and a half to seven feet tall.” “Did he seem angry or aggressive?”

Emma's pov "MATE" Zoe throws the word out but I can tell she's not happy about this. She pretty much grunts the word out but there's no excitement in her tone. What the fuck is going on? I look up to the man in front of me and he's seriously frigging tall and has to crane his neck to look down at me, he has to be at least 6ft8 he is an absolute giant and I swear I've never seen anyone this tall in my life. He has short jet black hair and green eyes, he's muscular and is definitely of a higher ranking.

Almost. That short-lived fight between him and Titus showed me that he still had his weaknesses and that’s maybe why he ran outside right after. He hated feeling weak and he didn’t want anyone to see that. “Humongous. He’s like a giant now. Seven foot tall.” Zane exclaimed and I gasped. “Seriously? That’s huge!” I said surprised. “I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles and I shoot him a glare.

I let out in a panicked whisper, unable to find my voice as he easily spun me around to face him. I looked up at his tall stature, craning my neck to look into his eyes. I was no short woman, in fact that is what made me so famous: it was my height. I stood at 1.79 metres and towered over most of the people, but compared to Master Abigor, I seemed so short. I reached by his shoulder, in fact, I believe just below the height of his shoulders. It made him all the more threatening.

"You will go." "As you command." This person stood six and a half feet tall, with an incredibly handsome face, flowing long hair, and a pale yellow robe that moved with the wind. He formed a striking contrast with the grotesque appearance of other Zago members. "Duke Shia Choux of the Zago race challenges the Path Seeking Sect's arena master, Dorian." As the referee announced this, Shia flew onto the arena platform. The members of the Path Seeking Sect stared at this man whose appearance differed completely from the Zago members they typically encountered. Their reactions varied from curiosity to shock to revulsion.

My eyes began to flicker between emerald green and gold, startling the man across from me. Zoe must have felt my anger too, as she looked at me in bewilderment and asked, "Why are you suddenly defending Ragnar?" Although I didn't know exactly how ugly Ragnar was, I knew that he was at least six and a half feet tall, and certainly not as skinny as the man claimed. Never once did he falter or stumble upon rising from bed. And even in our most intimate moments, he possessed the strength of a raging bull. In fact, I was even rendered unconscious by him on several occasions.

"ROAR!" The Zombie let loose a thunderous howl with anger, churning out more dark fumes from all over it as everyone could practically feel its rage and malice. It rose up, fully bringing itself up to its three-meter-tall stature; clearly, Jing Hong's attack failed to mortally harm it. Swoosh! Swoosh! Bolts of white cloth zipped from hither to thither like what flashes of lightning bolts, streaking through the darkness with shrill whistling as they shot straight at the Zombie.

Just like a scene from the books. With jet black hair almost dark as night, eyebrows sharp as swords, attractive black dragon eyes which could even tear a soul apart, and a chiselled jaw, totally a perfect walking sculptured figure of a Greek God. Not to forget his towering height of 6'2 when compared to her small frame of 5'2. Much less to say, he was someone young girls would say 'Prince Charming' material. Who dared say no to him!? No one, but Zaria Smith, herself.

Karina turned toward the entrance of the hall, where a young man stood, his arms spread wide in a dramatic gesture, as though the grand entrance was a stage meant for him alone. He was tall, with a shock of unruly auburn hair that fell just above his shoulders and a grin that seemed as permanent as the sunshine. His blue eyes twinkled with mischievous energy, and his attire—a bright, patterned shirt and loose trousers—seemed out of place in the dark, serious halls of Zorana Castle. But it was clear from the way he carried himself that he belonged here, no matter how much he stuck out from the brooding nobility. “*You’re finally awake!*” he said, practically skipping over to where Karina stoo