Moku Moku No Mi Novels & Stories

**Haru (smiling):** “Easy. Pinch, don’t stab.” I show her the grip—thumb and forefinger on the top stick, middle finger guiding the bottom. She mirrors me, a little clumsy at first, but gets an onigiri to her mouth on the third try. **Mia (after the first bite, eyes closing):** “Oh my gods. This is so good. The rice is perfect. And the sour plum in the middle—” **Haru:** “Umeboshi. Mom’s specialty.” We eat in comfortable quiet for a minute, just the sound of chopsticks and the low roar of the cafeteria behind us.

But in our infinite trouble In our heart melting like the oil from a candle wax There lies the one, the king, the mother of all mothers The father of all fathers Him and him alone took us in There walked the king of kings The God of gods Him and him alone took us in Shelters us, fed us and clothed us. There smiled the love of all loves Saying, I will never leave you nor forsake you We are Ejima We cried, We screeched, we screamed, and the God of gods answered. Cause the sun to rise The heart that weeps shall sing The womb that was barren has given birth to the child of promise

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

She mischievously wanted to see how Kenji would handle it. "There is something I want," said Akiko. "What is it?" Kenji quickly responded. "Mochi from Nakatanidou." Akiko mentioned the hardest-to-get food she could remember. "Nara?" Kenji confirmed. Nara is the prefecture in which Nakatanidou is located. It's about four hundred kilometers away from Tokyo. Farther than Sendai's coast before. "Yes." Akiko nodded, holding back a smile as she saw Kenji thinking. "Okay. I'll buy it. Maybe tomorrow..."

Although they all agreed with their partner's opinion, they couldn't be so open about it or else they would have a hard time reaching a lucrative agreement. "Yeah, I guess it's not bad," Rudd says casually, but this interaction didn't go unnoticed by Luke, who starts to smirk. "I'm glad you liked it, it's actually very rare. The first thing you tasted is called Mochi, it's a first class delicacy, not so much for its sweet taste as for its smooth texture. On the other hand, the croquettes are prepared with great care by an expert, I cannot reveal the ingredients but I can assure you of their high quality"

A few Mavi’s that passed by us stared at me as if I was a specimen on display at a museum. I looked at Mike with a puzzled expression. He looks back at me. “You have red eyes.”, he indicated by pointing at my eyes. “Oh.” my mouth forming an ‘O’. I hadn’t realized until now that everyone in here has blue eyes. I instinctively looked down, now conscious about my eyes. I heard Mike chuckle beside me.

Ferry back to my room and hand me a phone ,great now I am dead. "H-hello" "Hello my beautiful future wife how are you my baby doll" "I am fine" "Excuse me baby?" I Fitch "I am fine love"

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

I mean I have a girl friend that can give me much more than just a hug. Right? Makaila's POV I woke up to the smell of Bacon, fried eggs and toast. It was so mouth watering, I suddenly became hungry. I got down from the bed and moved down stairs, to the kitchen. It was Saturday morning. Thank God I am not in a hurry. I got down and saw someone else cooking. He was humming a song. I think he felt my presence so he turned and then did I recognise him. "Good morning, madam." He said in a fake British accent, a smile on his lips.

1 year later.. "HERE’S your order, Sir! Enjoy AesTEAtic Milk tea. You made the right choice." Ngumiti ako bago inilapag sa lamesa ang isang cup na naglalaman ng Okinawa bubble tea. Ngumiti lang sa akin ang lalaki bago nagpasalamat.