Mata Tenseigan Novels & Stories

Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze. “You are wanted at the shrine of Amadioha.” One of them said. “But can I at least change…” Ejima wanted to say, but she yelled when they yanked her out of the bed. Despite her screams and protest, they dragged her out of the room, and one of them carried her on his shoulders as if she was a blade of dried grass.

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”

“At the level we’ve reached in cultivation, heaven and earth power is nothing anymore.” In the wake of their mockery, several other creatures joined in, making the Celestial and Earthly Sages seem like public enemies. Amidst the commotion, Mattaniah of the Iustus Sect closed his eyes and remained motionless. He understood all too well that in times of adversity, one must bend to survive, enduring humiliation until the dawn of brighter days. Regrettably, he could not send out telepathic messages inside the hall. Otherwise, he would have offered counsel to the Celestial and Earthly Sages.

Second junior asked eagerly, “Senior, what is the point of installing a bug now? We should be looking for Aota’s whereabouts now!” Masatetsu replied coldly, “If Aota had really encountered some sort of mishap, then only that Oskian would know of his whereabouts. We will only be able to find out Aota’s location by monitoring him closely then!” As he spoke, Masatetsu sighed softly and said, “Second junior, third junior, both of you should also be mentally prepared to accept the fact that Aota might not be alive anymore…” A sudden and indescribably pained expression was shown on both of their faces at this time.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

My wolf quieted enough to breathe. “She does not affect the Hunger,” I said. Cassian waited. “She is the Hunger.” Saying it aloud made it real. Maeve had not cured anything. She had simply become the answer to every violent instinct I possessed. Cassian studied my face. “What do you want me to do?” “Make certain no one enters her room.” “And Maeve?” “She may go wherever the participants are permitted.” His brows lifted. “You expect her to follow the rules?” “No.”

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.

"M-master Miotoka?" ~~THE END~~

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