Itadori Physique Novels & Stories

Kartika and Pinto exclaimed in amazement. “If he attacks me with foods, then what I have to do is simply eat them right?” Alfi explained patting his big stomach. "Amazing! He did master Doki-Doki in no time! Not only Iru, But He has also reached level 2: Anamo! An ability to manipulate the body”s structure!" Kartika said in surprise in her mind. “If that”s so, His Highness can defeat him!” Pinto exclaimed happily. “Don”t be so cocky!” Taye exclaimed growing his hand. “I can regenerate any of my destroyed body parts. And of course, the regenerated one is stronger than before.” He added. “This one is 100% lamb.” He said showing off his new hand.

It was a terrifying sight. Tenma and the others were exhilarated to see them. “Mr. Ito!” “My God! He’s the Coraal Revered’s best fighter!” “He’s the top talent of the Tenzin way!” “If it wasn’t for the Coraal Revered, he would’ve been famous!” The Islanders on the ground looked as if their savior had arrived after seeing Ito. “Stop yapping!” Ito snarled. “Don’t you see that I’m training?”

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

(Unknown). [Breed]: Half Monster Half liagole. [Power level]: Three (have the potential to increase it to a maximum of five). [Health]: 98% {Your body is in need of rest}. [Organs]: Functioning normal (the heart rate is high which means you should take a break). [Bones]: Broken three ribs and cracked a leg and back bone. [Body]: Injuries around it's back and some bruises on different parts of the body (no critical or life threatening injuries).

The boardroom doors parted, revealing a table of polished obsidian and a man who owned the air in the room. Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm.

I look at him, carefully looking at his features. Now that I notice it, Akihiko has a fair complexion, a bit pale but not too much. He has an undercut and he has manly features, but not too manly and not feminine either, just the right touch. His skin looked like it was taken care of. He’s not muscular, but his physique is of a man. It was obvious. He’s not thin either, it was as if it was perfect. Mostly, Akihiko is tall. Tall enough to reach the top of the shelves. If I estimate it, maybe around a 6-foot one?

"I've been waiting for you. Come with me.” He helped me pull my two suitcases. Even a big bag that I was carrying was easily lifted by him since I was struggling earlier. I just didn't speak and followed him. This Iwatani guy looks like he's the same age as me. If he will be my bodyguard, this is not what I expected. What I think of whenever a bodyguard is said is someone in their thirties or older and with a large build. I noticed his big muscles on the back of the t-shirt he was wearing, but that's not the type a bodybuilder has. It's just the right size. He is also tall, brown, and undeniably handsome.

He said. I took a moment to admire him. Lord, but he was divine. Over six feet tall with a head full of inky black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a bone structure that rivaled Michelangelo’s greatest work. A leanly muscled body was encased in a dark, tailored suit with a dark, silky shirt inside. He looked like he’d just stepped off a GQ magazine. How the hell had he gotten in here? Who the hell was Vittoria?

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

With a barely audible acknowledgment, Akira nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the earlier conversation and the handsome figure from her memory. Ayumu Ito, the English teacher, was a twenty-six-year-old single man who captivated everyone’s admiration, especially the girls, fellow teachers, and students. His long blonde hair, typically tied back in a neat ponytail during class, framed his fair skin and round brown eyes. With a slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with a hint of red, he embodied a perfection that seemed almost ideal.