Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader Novels & Stories

He braved a step forward, then pulled out the sword on his waist and demanded, “Who are you?!” “Who am I?” The swordsman’s face was ice cold. He wiped his blade with his sleeve and replied calmly, “I am Kaito Yamaguchi of the Shindan Way. Mr. Josh has done me a great favor.” “I will kill you for murdering his entire family today, Harvey York!” “Do you have the courage to fight back?!” “Kaito Yamaguchi?!” Tyson’s expression changed frantically. “The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!”

Xander Vedran lunges at my flank, and I whip out of the way before he can sink his teeth into my skin. He’s silent, as always, a pale ghost against the sand of the training area. I dart left, then right, aiming to scrape a blunted claw over his underbelly. My pulse pounds. Impulses fire into actions before I can finish the thought. For a single moment, everything in my body makes sense. I make contact with thin skin, and he yelps, tumbling away.

a voice rumbled beside me. Victor stepped up to the railing. He wore a heavy wool coat over his shoulders. His hair had a few streaks of grey at the temples now. It was the only sign that time touched him at all. We looked down at the training ring below. A five year old girl was moving through a kata. Her movements were fluid and precise. She had wild black hair and mismatched eyes that glowed with intensity. Jax stood opposite her holding a padded blocking shield. "Ready Lyra?" Jax called out.

Both Xenon and Chris' bodyguards stood aside and watched cautiously. There was only limited space in the room, and even if the bodyguards wanted to help, they couldn't squeeze in. There were a few times when Miya felt fists flying right next to her cheek, and her heart was racing fast, frightened. Miya had learned how good Xenon was, and she was very impressed, but little did she expect Chris, who seemed so calm and elegant, to be another Kong Fu master. Hugging Miya with one arm, Xenon wasn't as swift as Chris, and suddenly, Chris threw a fierce punch towards Xenon. Miya screamed and held up her palms, intending to block Chris's punch.

No amount of pearls will save him unless he saves us himself Daniel POV: Walking into the gym arena I find Xavier talking with the trainees. Standing by the wall I make sure that they can't see me "Beyond knowing how to use a weapon you need to be able to use your bare hands and legs. So that's the exercise for today. No one is allowed to kill anyone but make it hurt" Xavier says with a grin. The trainee look at each other some smirking and others shitting their pants "Okay, so who's first," Xavier asked rubbing his hands together in excitement. Mr. popular takes a step onto the mat with a grin

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

"How did you know all this?" I smiled playfully and shrugged. "I may have read it somewhere." The ice bag pressed gently on my cheek, but the pain still shot to my head, and I winced. "By chance?" the deep voice asked. "I’m not falling for that, Juliette Lux." I looked straight at him, and he gazed into my eyes. "You read it up, didn't you? About Jiu jitsu," he whispered. "That’s how you knew the names. Those are all jiu jitsu moves."

Kaze had a glance at June and then explained with a smile, “I’ve taught her the Ghastly Thirteen Needles. This alone is more than enough for her to save you ten times over, it’s what she should be doing.” June hummed a reply but did not argue with him. She had to admit that Kaze was right. The long-lost technique appeared once more and she had the opportunity and honor to perform it. The experience and knowledge were worth more than money could buy. However, she was displeased with Kaze’s tone. “I have to go take a shower.” June got up and left. Kaze tapped Sasha’s shoulder and said, “Now that you can walk on your own, go get yourself cleaned.”

The head of the Sunland Martial Arts Association, Okajima, looked grim. His beady eyes darted around, and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his suit as if it were covered in thorns. The phone in his hand was heated up like a hot potato and nearly out of battery.