Kaifuku Jutsushi No Yarinaoshi Light Novel Novels & Stories

Riena let go of the boy’s hand as Anya approached, and the two of them collapsed into a hug. “Oh my baby, don't be scared. Mommy is here, okay?” I went to stand by them in front of Riena, my attention remained on her. She had dyed her hair black and looked entirely different with a wardrobe change. This wasn't Riena the office worker, this was Riena Kurobane, Blood assassin of the Yakuza, daughter of the Black Raven of Osaka. But it seemed Anya didn't care about that. She stood up, her face red with fury, and slapped Riena hard across the face. Riena’s men moved to react, but Riena held up a hand to stop them.

" They do, but Kaen has 9 times more elements than a Versions and a lot of it is unexplainable. Tell me.. Have you ever seen Hikaru use any magic or fight with anything other than his sword?" "... No.." I could feel Manor shaking his head against my shoulder. __________________________________________

"You're courting death!" However, at this point, a cold light flashed through Yagyuu Yukime's eyes. She waved the knife in her hand to stab Hanaki Naoki. It was incredibly fast, so fast that Hanaki Naoki didn't even see the blade. He only saw a flash of light before his eyes, and then he felt a terrible pain in his chest. Then, like a balloon that was pricked, he lost all his strength in an instant, unable even to control the knife he wielded in midair. The knife fell to the ground with a thud.

"Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll treat you soon. I'll take you out of here, Yuki. I—" Yuki smiled softly and began to close her eyes before Fūma managed to finish his words. The hand that had been holding his face was falling down. Yeah, that was the last thing Yuki could say. Her strong desire and willpower kept her to survive, even with those wounds. Before she finally breathed her last. "Yuki? Yuki?! YUKIIIII!!!" Fuma kept screaming at Yuki's name. He knew it was useless. He knew that but still did so while holding onto Yuki's cold body.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Aki leapt from roof to roof. Her tabi boots touched the tiles lightly before pushing off. She was harnessing Karamijutsu (Body-lightening). Without warning, a tile she was stepping on broke and she slid straight down to the edge of the roof, only managing to grab the gutter in the nick of time. She was dangling there when Yuriko appeared on the incline, just a few feet away, crouching and fanning out a set of throwing knives. Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold.

He looked troubled. “Did I offend you, young miss? Forgive me.” I shook my head and waved my arms. How to do this? I grabbed one of the flowers from the garden and smeared it across my arm. I wrote what I wanted to say and then I showed it to Seichi. He looked at me, confused. I pointed to my arm and he read aloud. “I am Senju Yukina; I didn't mean to offend you. My throat hurts and I cannot talk. I’m sorry.” I pulled back my arm and wiped the blue writings off. He laughed.

Alfi said jumping back to my book. "Great author, eh? I doubt about it, but we won’t know it if we just hold still, right? Let’s get back to work, Mitsuha.” I said. Mitsuha smiles at me. I am as far as to get back to write the story. Wira is right in front of Kartika. He is ready to release his ultimate technique to her. She looks so paranoid that she can’t move her body for an inch. “Go visit him in hell!” Wira exclaimed.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.