Kinoko Kingdom Flag の小説・ストーリー

Smith, Hassan, Commander Raja, Miranda, and the two Green Bit chiefs arrived with a wooden pole and silver ball. “How’s it going?” Hassan asked. Before anyone could respond, Katie came out to present our flag. “What do you think?” The flag was divided diagonally from the lower hoist-side corner, with the blue upper triangle and the green lower triangle. At the center along the dividing line was the fiery silhouette of a foxfire. “Looks good,” Miranda said, and many agreed. “It is.” Commander Raja asked curiously. “What are the symbolisms on those colors?” “Let’s see,” Katie explained. “Blue is the night, green is the forest, and the red foxfire in the middle of the diagonal colors represents

Everyone shouted their findings, and quickly, the deck fell into a hushed silence. “The nine-clawed dragon is Regal Palace’s royal flag. Only the Palace Master has the power to raise this flag. Which means that the man himself is on board that ship right now!” The chief felt his body trembling as he said those words. “Are you kidding me?!” he exclaimed. If it was a regular flag, he might risk it for the five-hundred-million-dollar reward. After all, with all the Japanese forces here, Regal Palace might not retaliate, for fear of provoking the entire Japanese martial arts community.

She nodded adjusting her clothes and pretending that nothing happened, she carried out her plan thanks to Sehun she was able to do so, she smiled confidently feeling strong, feeling the heat circulating in her body, she looked back where Sehun was standing, King William looking at her defiantly, Smith smirked at her, Daniel, Chris and finally Jongin and his looks are really inexplicable, she looks forward again to suddenly shrink her eyes in pain and her vision begins to blur, she is starting to feel very hot! The loudspeaker instructed Mr. Frederick to hold her head and press it with both hands, so that she could at least understand what he was saying. "The volcano in front of you is dorma

She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time. Behind her was a young man who could almost look related to her. His orange hair was shorter, ending right above his shoulders, and it was clear to see that someone had attempted to contain some of his curls. He was dressed in the same green color, the outfit matching both Nicolais' and Sicca’s. “King Sebristien, Queen Jólena, welcome to the Kingdom of Summer,” Nicolais greeted, bowing his head a little. The Kingdom of Spring. “Thank you so much for the invitation,” Jólena almost sang, as she curtseyed before Nicolais.

Nevertheless, Aakifahlynn had immediately informed him of the best escape route, and soon they made it out safely. Aakifahlynn gazed out the window as they drove down her Kingdom's familiar streets. Passing through the town, she'd seen the emblem on a flag flying high on a tall post. The Royal Emblem of a wolf's head in the middle of a moon and a star. She was once proud to represent this emblem, the Kingdom. She would look at it with pride, and now she scowled at it in disgust. Aakifahlynn's emotions were shot.

His presence is a quiet strength beside Lucien’s tense silence. By the time we arrive at the Verdancia Kingdom, the day has long faded into twilight. The sky burns in soft hues of peach and lavender, and the castle greets us like a painting brought to life. It is smaller than the capital palace but far more charming, nestled between wildflower meadows and tall whispering trees. Flags flutter above the towers, bearing the emblem of a golden antlered deer on soft green. A symbol of life, grace, and endurance.

He also did not know what war was going on here? "You are looking at a war from a hundred years ago. The era when the Nuswapala kingdom annihilated other small kingdoms with the help of the thirteen demons. The symbol on that royal banner is that of Maghanada Indrajit. The other flag belonged to King Aji Kala Karna." The old man showed everything he knew about the war a hundred years ago. "Amazing... so this happened a hundred years ago?" Arya Santanu was dumbfounded.

On the road, our brief overnight stops had only merited the use of the small A frame tents, however as it was possible that we would stay for weeks at the base camp, the larger Fae-made war tents were erected, great multi-chamber constructions that cheerfully waved the purple standard with its golden dragon of Uyan Taesil, as well as the Nerith’s royals’ white skull with a golden crown and Fae rose wreath on a black cloth – the design a nod both to Akyran’s Dark Court inheritance and to Ecaeris’ Necromancer skills.

Señor Migs yelled, now you can see the Flags with different symbols on them. "SO THAT'S THE FLAG OF EACH CLASS, THE ONE WITH A SKULL HOLDING A STAFF IS FOR THE HOLDERS, THE ONE IN THE NINJA ATTIRE IS FOR THE BRAVOUS, THE FIST IS FOR THE MIGHTIES, THE ONE WITH TWO SNAKES WRAPPED THE STAFF IS FOR THE BEARERS/SUPPORT, THE SHIELD IS FOR THE AEGISTERS, AND THE ARROW WITH THE GUN IS FOR THE BERSAGLIERI, SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HANDLE IT!" Señor Migs explained and brought out a creature with a mixture of purple and blue colors...

I asked, my mind racing through old symbols, signs of authority. She looked around, her gaze sharp. It landed on a young sapling near the gorge entrance, its bark still smooth. "There." She pointed. "Carve the Crown. Just the Crown of Azura. Simple. Clean. They’ll know it’s you. The others… they wouldn’t dare use it, and they wouldn’t be this subtle." The Crown of Azura. The symbol of one of the Five Kingdoms, the Japanese syndicate I’d absorbed. A symbol of ultimate authority within that sphere. Using it here, now… it was a declaration. A reminder of who they were potentially fucking with.