Kentarō Kyōtani Novels & Stories

She could recognize that voice from anywhere. "Kylian"

“Kenzo Harusame is dead.” Through their binoculars, Holy Tiger’s sidekicks clearly witnessed Kenzo’s death. Their eyes were wide open in shock. Hailed as the rightful heir to the title of Sword Master, Kenzo had been killed by someone wielding Santoryu. “How is this possible? Tyr Summers is insane!” Initially, they felt confident in rescuing Holy Tiger, but after seeing what happened, fear and doubt came creeping in. “Even Kenzo could not defeat Tyr, who else in Japan can do so?” one of the duo exclaimed in utter despair.

“The elementary school edition.” During lunch break, Takuto pretended to go to the bathroom, but actually slipped into the records room. He needed to confirm one thing: Did Kenta really have his past memories? “Just as I thought…” he muttered, flipping to a certain personnel file. His pupils shrank. Kenta’s résumé read: “Skilled in mental calculation. Runner-up in the National Children’s Abacus Championship.” —Exactly the same achievement listed on the rival heir’s CV from his past life!

He frowned and asked, “What did he say just now?” “You bastard! You didn’t hear me just now?” Senji roared, “I want you to hand over Anzu Okita, or die!” Collier argued, “Senji Kadota? We don’t have any Ryokan women here. If you want some company, I suggest a brothel. If you want a recommendation, I do have some contacts that I can give you and they are all Ryokanians.”

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

“Carter…” “He will be fine” Carter said, assuring Katerina as Donatello went to punch me back. I grabbed his hand, twisting it as I glared at him. He glared at me, growling in warning before kicking my knee, causing me to double over and momentarily loosen his hand before he punched me in the face, and that is when all hell broke loose and the two of us started throwing random punches at one another, waiting for the other to collapse.

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.

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.

"It is the other way round, my good friend. These children were killed unjustly. And like the Osu, their blood is crying for vengeance." "I see," Kachi nodded and a wicked smile began to appear on the weather-beaten lips, "you would stir up that anger and use it to your advantage" "Who am I." Bozo laughed, glad that the man had gotten the point, "Behold I am the weapon of the gods." "This is fascinating. You are indeed great, my lord." Kachi dipped his heel on the side of his Ostrich and the animal started down the hill. The men below saluted but he wasn't paying attention as he started raining out instructions. They have found their fighting spot.

Now it was Kantaro who looked at him curiously. "Huh?... No! No!... Sotomayor and I have nothing, I've already told you..." "Then if you have nothing, I suppose it doesn't matter to you..." Kentzuque continued smoking. "But I insist, that guy is well-endowed... It must be one of those that causes pleasurable pain... If he moves well, he must be an animal in bed..." "So, does that mean that Miss Sotomayor likes them younger than her?" Shinji fixed his eyes on Yukio.