Kanji X Naoto Novels & Stories

The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?” Ejima swallowed as she stared at the choirs of eyes that were staring back at her. It was almost impossible to think that those little children that could barely make a sound, were now standing on their feet with no support. Who could guess that this day would come? Who could have guessed that dropping those baskets into the water would save lives? “This is the finger of the creator,” Ejima whispered, unable to find words. “It sure is, Ejima, and by the way, my name is Ngozi." The smile broadens, "we've waited so long for this day. We have waited to give you her blessing and her gift.”

“What is his full name, Haku?” “Komatsu Aru-sensei.” Haku answered. “I think it’s the kanji for small tree, umm, pine tree?” “Kanji?” Jai frowned. Haku nodded. “Our names have different kanji even though it sounds the same sometimes. Do you want to learn about it later?” Jai refused politely. “Ah, no. I just forgot about it.” What Jai said made Arata looked at him helplessly. Darrion immediately noted that while Jai thanked him. “Alright. Thanks. Is it okay if we ask you about him?”

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Takuto kicked things off, "Our core competencies are threefold. First, Kenta’s violent transportation abilities—" Kenta, who had been casually tossing toys into the air while half-listening, suddenly perked up. "Violent? Do you mean I’m really good at throwing things?" Takuto, blinking with some confusion, nodded. "Exactly. You throw things with unparalleled force." Kenta’s eyes sparkled. "I like this plan." "Second," Takuto continued, "Ai-chan’s cute trickery to get by." He gestured at Ai-chan, who was busy drawing hearts on the nap mat with her finger, possibly designing her future stock options or planning a new line of adorable accessories for their logistics company.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

He says "She's super cool because she can practically brave all odds. Do you know anyone who could actually do that to themselves?" Caramel's eyes meet mine and we both mouth the same word, Chocolate, and it makes me smile while he blushes and says "Y-Yeah, but I think Megumi is cool too" Yeah, cool is the exact word he's supposed to use. Kai shrugs, now poking his fork at his food "Yeah. You know that stuff with his shadow thing? In the manga, he's like tier level. Totally Gojou Satoru" I scoff "As if"

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

Alex asked. Mr. Kitagawa scoffed coldly. “Of course, I’m not a ninja. I’m an ancient—” Alex couldn’t be bothered to listen to his introduction. “Get lost!” If Mr. Kitagawa was a ninja, Alex would’ve been slightly interested. But since he wasn’t, Alex didn’t want him to stay. “Take this!” Mr. Kitagawa shouted angrily as he threw a punch at Alex. Mr. Kitagawa was a martial arts expert who studied an ancient form of Japanese martial art known as Katori Shinto Stream. His level of cultivation was extremely close to Mystic rank. This was also how he caught Frank Accardo’s eyes, and why Frank intentionally invited him from Japan.

" 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

"Nii-san! That's Zhou Zan Da-san! Kenkyo's favorite singer. Kyaaaaa! The music producer is there too. Kyaaaa is handsome! His name is Watanabe Takeru! Huaaa... Takeru-kun!" I gasped. What is the keisho 'kun' that she pinned on Watabene, Wabenata? Or who it was. In fact, Takeru's age is not much different from me. Why does Nana call me 'Ji-san' and at Watanabe it's 'Takeru-kun'? I don't accept. "Home! Time's up!" I said pulling Nana's hand. I glanced at the group of people. What's handsome? I'm much prettier than the music producer. He just got married at that age and just had a baby. I mean, he's not that attractive, right?