Leorio X Gon Novels & Stories

Both of them are coming to each other striking their weapons that cause a loud crash. The horde of Leaks is coming in their direction from every direction. Herman and Jeje are shooting them back to back. “Name’s Herman, I love machine guns!” Herman exclaimed introducing himself to Jeje while shooting them. “Name’s Jeje, I love Gundam!” Jeje exclaimed introducing himself to Herman while shooting them. Herman clenches his right burning fist and Jeje collects blue lights on both of his hands. “Nice to meet you!” Herman launches his fist forward burning all Leaks before his presence and Jeje shoots a great blue beam that all Leak caught by the beam vanish already.

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

Later, the children all whined before running off anyways. Matthew helped Cecilia get up on her feet. Cecilia patted away the dust off her back and butt before thanking Matthew. “Thank you.” “Who is the girl?” Gon asked. “She is my friend.” “Ohh, is that so.” Gon rubbed his chin. “You… You can talk?” Cecilia was surprised. “Why yes, I have spent years studying a common tongue. I am Gon, leader of this group of goblins. Who might you be?” “Oh umm my name is Cecilia.”

He turned to face the trooper. His eyes were entirely blue. No white. No pupil. Just the color of the Star. "That was rude," Leo said. His voice... it wasn't a child's voice. It was layered. Like a thousand voices speaking in unison. Leo reached out his hand. He didn't use gravity. He didn't use wind. He used the Core. A tentacle of blue plasma lashed out from the sphere behind him. It moved like a whip. It struck the trooper.

I need to show them whose their Luna is. I rolled to the side as soon as I noticed he moved to lunge at me. I quickly stood up and kicked his knee, but he grabbed me by the foot. I quickly twisted my body to give him another kick to his upper part, but he defended it with his half-shifted arm, which is strong. Cromwel was right, if you are able to half shift your body parts quickly, you can out a strength on that special part. There was a reason why Levi is the gamma. He is relentless and an amazing fighter just like Cromwel. There is no sign of the playful Levi I knew at all, which is terrifying. All I could see was the fierce look on his face.

“He’s not like that. You’ll see. Come on—I was just going to check on him anyway.” We cut across the open yard toward the warrior barracks. Shouts and grunts echo from the sparring ring nearby. Warriors move through drills with a sharp, rhythmic precision, dust rising under their boots. Hope leads me around the fence, toward the group. “That’s him,” she says, pointing. Leon stands in a loose stance, watching two older warriors exchange blows. He’s huge for his age—maybe fourteen, but already broader than most of the adult trainees. His dark hair falls in uneven layers around sharp, watchful eyes. There’s something… intense about him.

Including Arsenio and Bastian. Arsenio looked closely at the young man from head to toe. If you look again, the young man is about the same age as him. TRING! The notification screen appeared, as usual bringing up information. [NEW DATA] [Name: Leonardo] [Nickname: Leo or Black Cat] [Age: 30 years old.] [Skill: 200/1000] [Stamina: 93/100%] [Victory Points: 800 [Action Points: 500]

Leo was labeled cruel, stone- heart, deadly - yeah, he can be this sometimes but with an enemy. As much as Leo didn't give a fuck how his people saw him, it still didn't erase the fact that he sometimes wished that they could see him as his true self. But then, you just can’t prove anything to people who already have hatred for you. Nothing about you would ever make sense to them. I arrived at the compound of the club, wheeling in like a fuckinh dick head. The club was already running. Whatever I was gonna do, shouldn't fucking affect the customers. Picking up my silver whip from the backseat of the car, I jumped out of the car.

Killian roared, his hands gripping the edge of the holographic table tight enough to crack the obsidian. For three agonizing seconds, there was nothing but static. In my medical mind, I visualized the millions of volts of pure Elder resonance tearing through my son's vascular system. But Leo was not human. He was the apex of our genetic evolution. "I have it!" Leo’s voice suddenly blasted through the speakers, strained and heavy, but undeniably alive. "The charge is caught! Unbound, drop the hammer!"

Leo roared. He lunged forward, grabbing Elian’s armored collar. For a second, the "Billionaire" and the "Soldier" were locked in a desperate struggle. Leo wasn't fighting with strength; he was injecting his own Grief-Overflow into Elian’s neural link. He showed him the orchard. He showed him the sound of the moonstone flower. He showed him the moment Leo had first held him as a baby in the ruins of London. The Romantic Agony: The Breaking of the Simulation