Novel & Cerita Kokushibo X Akaza

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

Mitsuki said. "Yeah hope it doesn't cause disaster like last time" Asahu said. "That's the main reason I'm worried, she might end up loosing control and who knows the catastrophe she's going to cause" Mitsuki said as they watched the fight. "What did I just hear? Is she truly that strong" Kaikuh thought. While the eagle was doing acrobatics dodging the arrows, Kazuko flew really fast towards it as she broke its cylindrical seal. Kazuko launched a real big arrow towards the beast, but as the beast was dodging it, Kazuko shouted "Got you!" as she threw the second one way faster than the first, as it stabbed the eagle.

Zen asked curiously after Oritha announced the boss was dead. “Puffball cotton,” Sasha read aloud. “It’s for crafting better bandages. Do you want it?” Thrilled, Zen asked if he could have it. Sasha gladly parted with her loot. She didn’t need trash. It would be more useful in Zen’s hands than hers. “My turn,” Akiko announced before Sasha and Oritha could continue to the next boss. “Don’t kill it too quickly,” Oritha yawned. “We want to have a good look at the boss.”

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Sasha said, “the more I felt that Himiko wasn’t really a ghost. At least technically. She’s more of a doppelganger, you know, like in Bushinjutsu.” Bushinjutsu (Clone) was another specialty of Aki’s clan. She had yet to reach the mastery required to execute it and the most she could achieve was the Kosoku Zanzo Jutsu (Rapid Image). During the fight with Dragonkist Ryūjin near Pukkitunturri, for instance, Aki moved with such speed that she managed to leave behind fading but discrete images of herself.

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

He said, “Nanako-san, let’s go together. I just happened to drive the car that our branch bought in Aurous Hill.” Before Nanako could refuse his offer, he added, “Actually, your mentor, Kazuki-san, is not without a cure. I happen to know someone in this world who can cure him.” “Really?!” Nanako shrieked ecstatically and asked, “Kobayashi-san, you’re not kidding me, are you? My mentor is now in a coma, are you sure there is someone who can cure him?” Jiro grinned coyly and said, “Nanako-san, you must have heard about the traditional Chinese medicine practice in Oskia, right?”

The man whose shadow had loomed over me for weeks. “His name is Botan Kuroda,” Mikako continued, her tone hardening. “He has a criminal record—assault, stalking, and harassment. He was also in a… relationship with Akira before his death.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my vision blurring. “Akira,” I whispered. “Haru?” Jiro’s voice broke through my shock, his grip on my hand tightening. I could only shake my head, my mind spinning.