Novel & Cerita Jin Sagami

He absolutely didn't dare imagine the current situation. Yang Xiao had actually defeated the Japanese Sword Sage twice in a row. What did that mean? The Japanese Sword Sage was the number one expert in the Dao of the Sword in Japan. He was a supreme figure that had been renowned in the Dao of the Sword for decades. It was no exaggeration to say that the Japanese Sword Sage was the national soul of Japan! Yang Xiao had actually defeated the soul of the country. It was still two consecutive times. An exaggeration! It was too ridiculous.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

JAMES “Sakamoto Tomashi,” I said, walking towards him, a drink in hand, the bartender hovering just in front of him. “It’s been a while.” I slid into the seat next to him. The bar wasn’t crowded most people were lost in the music or drowning themselves in their glasses. Sakamoto turned his head to look at me, and that’s when I pulled my gun, pressing the cold metal against his back. He smirked. “James,” he said, with no trace of Chinese in his accent though he looked completely Chinese. “You look like a desperate man. Have you been getting enough sleep lately?”

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

she screamed manically. Avamarie lifted her arms and pulled two trees out of the ground behind her. With a twist the saplings exploded sending bark and wood flying everywhere. When the chips settle the two pieces were formed into spears then she flicked her wrists and sent them flying at Jenevive. Jenevive swiped a hand in front of her and a wall of fire sprung up incinerating the trees on contact. She pushed her hands forward and the wall sped across the clearing straight at Avamarie. I was shocked that there was not a single blade of grass burned in its wake.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple