Kenji Kishimoto Novels & Stories

I moved it to Alpha Kilhan’s plate, and just when I turned the spoon over, Betty slid her plate underneath, causing the skewers to fall on her plate. I raised my head to look at her, wondering why she did that. “Kilhan doesn’t eat seafood. He’s allergic.” She uttered with a smile. “He prefers salmon.” She added, putting some salmon on his plate. “Thank you, Betty.” He answered with a grin. I let out a feeble smile and sat down as I continued to eat my food in silence. ‘I really don’t know anything about him.’

“But you’re still Haru. And Haru needs time to breathe.” Their words touched me more than I expected. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this—the laughter, the teasing, the love. As we ordered drinks and snacks, the conversation quickly shifted to updates on everyone’s lives. “So,” Kenji began, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell us about life with the famous Jiro Fujibayashi. Is he as perfect as he looks, or does he leave his socks everywhere?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “He’s pretty great, actually. He’s stepped up in ways I never imagined. But yes, he does leave his socks in the weirdest places sometimes.”

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.

Everett said that shocked them all. "EHH??" Chan asked while his mouth was wide open, too stunned to speak. "What did you say?" Rio asked, looking intently at him. "Yeah!" he said, "I just know him because my cousin goes to the same school as him and they said that he is Osamu Hiromi, also known as the Filipino-Japanese prodigy!" he said to them. They remained silent after that and couldn't even move for a while. "A prodigy, huh?’ Rio said to himself.

Every movement was etched in her mind—clear, broken down, analyzed. The first, Kenji, was fast—maybe too fast. Japanese, shorter stature, lightning footwork, razor-sharp control. He struck before others even read the cue. Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

"H-How did that happen?" Cadmus wasn’t even surprised. He knows it; the book of prophecy tells it. He also believed that Emily is the most powerful Luna who wields the power of the Moon Goddess. Emily looked at Taurus, expressionless. "Because I am the powerful Luna, I can kill in just a snap." She answered. Taurus glanced at Cadmus. His eyes were confused. "Is it... true, Cadmus?" Cadmus nodded his head, but still, his eyes were directed at Emily. "The prophecy tells it." "She's superior, who holds the most powerful power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

Kenji, who had squatted in front of Shuji, slapped his head lightly. “You’ll find out who I am if you let me explain instead of interrupting!” Kenji scolded him. “Who… HOW DARE YOU! I’ll—” “Listen to me first!” Kenji slapped him again, harder this time, and Shuji finally fell silent. “Let me introduce myself. I’m a Shinigami—a death god who’s here to take your life.” Kenji wasn’t about to actually give his real name. Shuji, who had been panicking, now began to tremble in fear. Kenji’s calm, serious voice made him believe it.

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.

Yep, a hopeless romantic. Keito, on the other hand, was the quiet type, being 5'11. He doesn't talk much unless he thinks it's necessary and still believes in being a gentleman. But, secretly under his intimidating exterior is a total anime and manga lover and cosplayer. Everything in his room is anime related from his walls, bookshelf, computer, and even his bed and floor. The only thing missing is his ceiling. “Sorry about that, Takumi.” Keito apologized. “Nah, Tak-kun doesn't mind at all. Right?” Ichiya threw his arm around Takumi's shoulders.