Novel & Cerita Itama Senju

" 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

“By the way, are you aware that the Takahashi brothers are a split reincarnation of Nurarihyon?” I push away from him and look at him incredulously. “What?! How is that possible? They don’t have any scent on them but human!” I ask, bewildered at the thought. Itsamu seems so sweet; how could he possibly be a yokai leader? Itsuki, I am more inclined to believe since he exudes a dangerous aura, yes but not Itsamu! I wonder if my sisters know this; I doubt they would tell me their husband’s secrets, not that it’s any of my business knowing anyway.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

“This is one of my many abilities, the creation of domains. Of course all of us have different abilities but I am one of the few who has the ability to create domains freely. I’m not bragging just so you know.” “You were definitely bragging…” “He is. That’s cause it’s really rare.” Akihiko stares at Seirei for some time and asks him- “Are you really immortal though?” “Yes, I am. In a way I am immortal. You can easily kill me though. I won’t age and that’s it.” “Oh.” Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.”

He refined his plans and his persona and kept an eye on Miyamura’s activities, until the arrival of that omega— Hagakure Sorahiko. That low-born eyesore. Aito had trained his pet in ways that low-born could never hope to replicate, yet that thing is the only one of its kind that Miyamura allowed to get close to him. It was a slap in his face. He could’ve killed that low-born at any point in time, because Miyamura wasn’t as interested in it as he pretended to be at the beginning— but, Aito held himself back. He waited for it to anger Miyamura on its own and walk to its death. Because Aito knows that no matter how kind the dominant alpha portrays himself to be, there is still a reason why his

He slowly drew his Nodachi. The blade wasn't made of steel, and it wasn't made of magenta plasma. It was forged from pure, hyper-condensed Origin-Code, but the frequency had been entirely corrupted. It glowed with a blinding, absolute white light that hurt to look at. "I am the Architect of the Sky," the Shogun declared. "And I will format you myself." The Shogun didn't run. He simply vanished. "Where did he go?!" Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

But I won’t tolerate any misbehaviour or rebels in my supervision because let me make it clear, I love taming the wilds". He said with a smirk and cold eyes. If Benjamin had not known him for ages, he would be scared too. Noah was explaining the basic rules for Sotus and the punishments. Everyone was clearly sweating on how to survive the month under the fierce head hazer. It was a pin drop silence in the hall. Everyone was suddenly focused on a particular girl who was acting careless. Benjamin narrowed his gaze at her when she whispered something to her friend.. And it was clearly about his man. Something about luring him. He scoffed. He turned his attention back to Noah who was also glarin

Yasin hurriedly asked, “Master, who is the mastermind?” Sheldon gritted his teeth and said, “It’s Matsumoto Yoshito! D*mn it! He actually dared to try and harm my son and daughter?! He must be tired of living! Yasin, I want you to inform the rest of our men that I want Matsumoto Yoshito dead before dawn!” Yasin had a stern expression on his face as he said, “Alright then, Master! I will send the orders down directly!”