Kuitsume Youhei No Gensou Kitan Novels & Stories

Evy was still carrying her bag until she felt it grow heavier. "Is it just me or is this heavier than usual?" "It's heavier" Dune replied without missing a beat. "Why?" Dune was watching her walk before looking up at the top of her bag. "Gran Iruka's Canur is on top of your bag" "What?" Evy wanted to look but she can't. The best she could do was look at the shadows and try to assess. When puffy ears could be displayed and the moving tail, she was sure it was Goro.

*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.

It didn't have the burn I wanted but it was okay. "I'm Kaito by the way. Fuuji Kaito" he said. I raised a brow. "Fuuji? As in Fuuji Magazines?" He nodded. "The one and only. We've done a few businesses with your parents. You look like your mother" A smile made its way to my face. "Yeah I've heard that a lot of times" He took out his phone. “Selfie?”

" 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

"Write one page of homework, and you get one cookie." Kenta looked at the cookies, eyes wide with greed. "Deal!" he said, and set to work on his own brand of “homework,” which would end up being a series of meaningless scribbles and doodles. But, as Takuto quickly discovered, the outcome was nothing like he had hoped. Outcome check: Chinese Homework (Spring Outing): Kenta’s version had quickly turned into an impromptu "Meat Bun Consumption Report," which made absolutely no sense. Was this his interpretation of an outing? A review of local snacks? Takuto didn’t know. He didn’t care anymore.

Kurai asked Noriko. Toya is pinching his nose for a moment before answering. “She tried to disfigure me a few years ago and visited the residence over a year ago but was banned after both my sisters made a deal with her. Before Kazu-nee got her reputation as one of the seasons, she is the first one, known as the Spring of Japan.” “She is one of the seasons?” Cai Kang said in surprise. The title to the top four geniuses in Japan. China has a young genius title system too but the number is bigger than in this country.

Kelvin then smiled at Gilbert and said, "See? Kisa didn't think I was loud. It's you who are hard to please." "Or... did you want some noodles? It's too bad that I've finished it. There's still half a bowl of soup left. Do you want it?" "Gross!" Gilbert exclaimed as he turned his back toward him. "You sure? Kisa's the one who cooked it for me. It's so much better than the ones you buy on the market. Plus, you can't get them anywhere else," Kelvin said playfully. He tried to stifle his laughter after seeing Gilbert's lack of reaction. "Are you sure you don't want it? I'm going to finish it."

Pure Generation is Generation without generation. Langkit will return to normal, as if nothing happened. " Heh… like getting rid of Ren, but after this your master will be busy returning to find who can control everything, for the girl's bodyguard, ”I muttered to myself. Then I went looking for them again. I really lost track of them, I finally decided to go back home. On my way home, I saw Akira and Yukatzu at a café. They both looked friendly, I who saw it from afar only responded with a sweet smile.

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.