Kyojuro Death Novels & Stories

Cloyd smiled faintly and said, “Haha... I heard that the Dark Keep’s Deputy Master was killed while trying to assassinate Laelia. Does this perhaps have something to do with you, young man?” James glanced at him and said coolly, “I wasn’t expecting you to be so well-informed.” He did not deny it and said, “That’s right. I was the one who killed the Dark Keep’s Deputy Master, Saturio.” Cloyd asked the question rather offhandedly. Thus, he was shocked when James confirmed his statement. He could not help but stare at James in bewilderment. Saturio already reached the Immortal Ascension rank. Even Cloyd, himself, would find it hard to kill him. He did not expect Saturio to die at the hands of t

Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!" After Yondu left, Ayo arrived at the door with an unpleasant expression. "I just got the news that the Corpse Tailor, Koi Hadachi, is dead." Balaro remained silent for a long time after receiving the news. He had planned everything for that night, using the banquet to entice everyone out of Temple Road. Then, he planned to use the curse items to launch a curse formation and destroy the seven Temple Road locations. He had not expected so many incidents to occur, and he even lost several top-tier ninjas.

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

Kaen and Hoka were laughing at the soaked Fates and I whispered to Rai that the Reapers were going to be tougher. "I know but we're Gods," he grinned up at me and I nodded. Kaen rode on Hoka's broad shoulders and looked like a completely different person. He growled and turned into long wispy tendrils and whipped them around my legs. I chuckled and changed to my Death and wrapped myself around Rai. I chuckled because there is no way they could pry me away. I looked down at Hoka and noticed a bright flash in his eyes and cocked my brow. I felt a sharp bite on my inner thigh and gasped.

“I have a mom and dad is never at home… I think I went to a school and I know who Asato Ayame is. The one who comes to visit me almost every day.” “Child… You’re lacking something really crucial!” “Memories?” “Memories and humanity…” “H-Humanity? What do you mean?” says Akihiko confused and terrified. “You… don’t possess a soul. You’re just a puppet with human emotions.” “What are you saying? I know I have a soul.” “Prove it to me… Your most recent memory.” “Uh… You’ve put me in the spot now… Um…” “Exactly… Your real soul is gone. You have died.”

Then, he sneered and added, “Some time ago, the sixth leader of the Yakuza died inexplicably in his own heavily guarded hot spring resort in Hokkaido. Do you know about it?” Hiroshi immediately nodded. “Almost everyone in Japan knows about this incident. It was reported on the news that he died of a brain hemorrhage.” “Brain hemorrhage?” Yahiko snorted. “Nah, it’s fake news from the public. In reality, he died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master!”

“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.

Right after Jiro died in front of her, Reiko still had the mood to approach Kaze with gifts, showing goodwill. She was not to be underestimated as a woman. It would be foolish of him if he treated her like a mere plaything. … “Jiro died in front of Refined Blade Dojo. Reiko Hara was there and she got blood all over her when he died.” Back at Bronze Sparrow, Miru came over with the latest update. “Mhmm. Let’s see if the Ryokanians know how to behave.” Kaze nodded. His phone suddenly rang. It was from Lock.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

He very much regretted his decision. He should’ve shouted Harvey’s true identity and let Daito know. The fate of the Island Nations relied on this very information. It was a shame that there was no medicine for regret. There was no way back. Filled with his deepest regrets, Myata’s head tilted ever so slightly as he stopped breathing, He lay on Scarlett’s skirt, no longer alive. The crowd was dead silent. ‘He died?!’ ‘Did Miyata really die just like that?!’ ‘An Island Nation God of War and the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way… was killed off that easily?!’