Manjiro Sano Novels & Stories

Therefore, the Olympic Games had always been his biggest regret. Now, his biggest goal in life was to raise an apprentice who would be able to become the champion in the Olympic Games! If his apprentice could represent him to stand on the podium for the Olympic champions, then he would not have any lifelong regrets anymore. Immediately afterwards, Nanako and Kazuki left the lounge together. Jiro and Hiroshi followed closely behind them. As soon as they stepped out of the room, Charlie and Aurora also walked out, side by side from the next room. Aurora could not help but exclaimed when she saw Kazuki and Nanako. She said in a low voice, “Master Wade, that girl is Ito Nanako! The person standi

Smirking at the gun’s sight as it was aimed at the man’s head. “They are going to end the two of you before you could even reach them” the man said confidently. Leonardo brought in two men, both slaughtered, as he threw them on the floor in front of the man. Anastasia cleaned her blade using the man’s shirt, and getting down on her knee, she put her hand on the man’s mouth, muffling his cry of pain as she ran the gun over his chest, cutting it, heading down his groin, making his eyes widen.

“Ersa... I see no man who fits that description.” I bit my lip. I had forgotten that Sano expected a man who looked like he had survived two millennia. “The boy,” I clarified. “The one with the pink cotton candy.” Sano was silent for a long beat, his gaze fixed on Gavriel. Finally, he let out a huff of breath. “I see. I suppose we truly do come in all shapes and sizes, much like my—” I immediately slapped my hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he could descend into another lewd comparison. “Yes, I take your point quite clearly. No further elaboration is required.”

he added smiling as he hop off the Chopper. " Yonaha Maehama Beach is one of the best-known beaches on Miyako Island and is said to be the most beautiful white sand beach of the East. The fine powder snow-like sandy beach stretches for seven kilometers as the beauty of the gradational blue ocean extending to the horizon takes your breath away." A stranger suddenly said while smiling at me, I did likewise. " He is going to be our tour guide." Jerk said which made me nod. " Nice to meet you, sir, " I said and offer a handshake which he accepted." Just call me Jiro, that is short for tanjiro" He said. He looks more like a native Japanese but his English was foreign, his pronunciation is on poin

She’s an intelligent girl, I’m sure she must have figured something out while under this thing’s influence. “That might be the case, although I know she will probably hate me for this,” Nero says, then he gets to his feet. “Let’s get you something for your headache then join me?” “Sure, I just need—” Nero holds up his hand and frowns, then he keeps quiet for a few minutes before he looks at me again. “Orion is back, but he’s not alone,” he says, scoffing in disbelief. “Morana is with him.”

Mariano asked his mother. She smiled. "I told him you've arrived. He'll be here any moment." Nicofero Rivera was a big man. He was taller, more buff than Mariano, wore a neatly tailored black suit, and looked like the kind of man who could kill you with a look. I'd thought Mariano was scary. Guess I was wrong. I breathed deeply. "Hello, Mister Rivera." He sized me up. "Papà," said Mariano, "This is my Isabelle."

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled. “Show me what you’ve got, Samantha.”

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Jiro Akano from Shindan Way! “How dare you touch me? My brother, Taro Akano, won’t let you go!” Many people present there changed their expressions slightly after hearing the two words “Taro Akano”. Even Hazel Malone was frowning. Anyone who had ever attended a class at Shindan Way Dojo will know that Taro Akano was known as the finest sword of Shindan Way Dojo. He was the strongest person from Shindan Way in Mordu. It was said that more than a dozen people from the streets once rallied to challenge Taro Akano, but they were all kicked out by him.