Mikitaka Jojo Novels & Stories

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."

“We found the poison. It seems they froze it and then shot it from something like a blowgun or a compressed air gun. We have people keeping your second alive while we work up an antidote for it. This poison is something we haven’t seen. Please understand that he is not the only issue we have with finding things that we have not encountered before. But, in this unprecedented time, we have people who specialize in almost every aspect of every field and then some. I don’t believe that we will fail to save most if not all this night. We just need you to keep him calm until we can get the antidote can be administered.” Leo nodded listening as his heart sank deeper into the pit of his stomach

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

she said gesturing towards the younger one changing nothing in his expressions. "H-h-he is Emiliano." she said a little boringly like she was not even interested in introducing him while this made his angry. "A-a-and he is Joa. His name is J-J-Joaquin but I call him Joa because he is my f-favorite." she said excitedly gesturing towards Joaquin who nodded at her gently. Mikhail knew not matter what the brothers will do to her, his princess will forgive them and be nice to them because of her selfless nature.

He trusted him. He didn't know why, but he did. Just because the man was his mate didn't mean that he should trust him with his warriors. There were a rare few that he would allow to take over in case something happened. Geo was one of them. He had trained hard with both him and Hiroko so that he could be just as ready for battle as they were. While Jin was great at silent attacks, Geo was the best at strategizing and finding the high ground. Miki was their defense, and usually took lead with the warriors that defended.

Jojo murmuring softly desperately. “Are you crazy, Jo? !! If we get caught, we're finished. We’re done! BOOM!!… ”replied Vika in panic after hearing his crazy idea. "I know, but my instincts never gone wrong ..." said Jojo confidently while he pulled out his smartphone from his pocket and hand it over to Arissa who still stunned of his crazy request before. “You were born to be a super model, Arissa...” Jojo showed some of her pictures in his smartphone to Arissa who dressed up as an oriental lady in one of his projects a year ago. Meanwhile, Vika nodded vigorously at them both. Showing her agreement.

It was a deadly skill and one which can only be used by a swordmaster. A swordmaster? Ugo's lips parted with smiles. Her father was the master of all masters. She hasn't seen anyone in the village that can match his skill. Even though he had surrendered his weapons to the King and had picked up farm work from the dust, he still was the best. He will always be, despite the nickname, Mmiri (water), or whatever tag the village people have placed on him.

Nora continues, “I only need one other person inside the second circle with me. They don’t even have to be a magic user. The rest of you can stay outside, with two more circles of protection. We can try the summoning and still keep everyone safe.” “Yeah, and who the hell would be dumb enough to go into the circle with you?” Citra asks. I wince. That was the worst question to ask. “I’ll do it,” JoJo says. Of course she will. Since rejecting her mates, JoJo’s been spiraling. Risky behavior, sneaking out into the woods at night, working with magick unsupervised, disappearing for days just to be found high in some random human town. She’s doing whatever she can to numb herself. And this? This is

“Answer the question, Imani,” Jojo fired. It wasn’t a scene I enjoyed—watching Jojo being so “alpha-male ish” before Imani. I saw the way she was fidgeting. It was obvious she feared jojo. It was something more than his physical appearance which made him look like a Greek god. “Why would you believe the words of jasmine?” Imani asked. Her courage was building up, and you couldn't help but stare and enjoy the show. The rest of the group joined us at the pool after hearing Jojo's voice.