Mikasa Death Stare の小説・ストーリー

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.”

Maru said to the system. "Affirmative, Maru." Madame Ais responded. "Thank you, Madame Ais." Maru said to the system. He waited for Madame Ais's reply but none was given after five breaths. Maru tried sleeping but the entire day flashed back before his eyes. He saw the deaths in that village. An image of the man he murdered also reappeared. Maru wished that he could forget his ugly face. But every time he closed his eyes, the picture of his gory death would once more come into existence. Like a constant reminder of what he had done.

“If anyone recognizes the place I describe, just say yes. No interruptions. No one touches me. No one stops me.” A beat of silence followed—thick, absolute. No one dared to speak. Not even a breath stirred the air. Then… nothing. For five long minutes, Mika remained still. Not a twitch. Not a flinch. She sat like a stone carved by the gods, her expression blank, almost too still—as though she wasn’t really here anymore. Her chest barely moved. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. She looked like she had fallen asleep in the middle of a graveyard—like she was surrounded by ghosts only she could see.

the elderly man replies sharply. “Her hands are glowing!” one of the other men shouts in warning, and the elderly man’s hand comes down so hard on the side of my face that I topple over and see stars for several seconds. My vision clears enough to see the way the masked man has a death grip on the elderly man’s arm. “Do I need to remind you of the deal we made?” the masked man sneers. He shoves the elder. “I am the Umbra Mortis,” the old man growls, straightening his cloak. He turns to his assailant, giving him a deathly glare.

Both times had been declared accidents but Boro still wondered about the truth to the rumors. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes seeing Mika standing there looking smug. One of those deaths had been at his hands. One of the people killed had their neck broken with a wooden practice sword. The other had been a good friend of Boros, and Mika ran him through the throat with a wooden spear during a sanctioned duel.

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

He instantly died while dangling on the wall with a sword embedded through his chest. Ramius was at her breaking point seeing how they treated Colpis and just when she's about to act she saw a blur and they all died instantly. She saw Issei calmly stand before the headless corpse without any emotion can be seen on his face but his eyes are glowing. Issei - ...I despise scum like this the most. Then Colpis suddenly screamed Colpis - What? There's blood everywhere, ahaha... Oh, I know, this is a dream. Colpis - EEK! A-A man... Aaaah, no, I... I'm gonna get ra*ed, wah, AAAAHH!

Rosella wasn’t here, and she was here alone. The door to the basement opened slowly; this time, Sage knew it wasn’t a hallucination. Maika walked in holding a very familiar dagger, and she chuckled. Maisey has always been a coward, so she knew he wouldn’t let her off that easily. Sending her daughter to kill her is iconic and lucky for all of them; Sage has no fighting spirit in her anymore. She was done and ready to die. “Welcome Maika, I know the coward would send you and not come himself. I’m grateful that I get to spend my last minutes with you. It’s the best thing a mom can ask for.” Sage called out with a soft smile.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.