Mori Buntarou Novels & Stories

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

“He just has this insane attitude of disobeying me. I knew it was Denis but he wouldn’t believe me! He messed things up for himself not for me!” “I don’t understand, Denis? You mean his wife, was the one you saw, thought she was dead.” Odin graced his butler with a fiery glance and grumbled, “Adam you are too old and you are too slow for my liking, didn’t you get the little logic?” He hissed and his lips twisted in a dangerous smile. “Denis’ descendant, reincarnation....how sweet. It should be nice killing her again....” He laughed sardonically.

The other party replied coldly, “No need. I’ll start working immediately. Tell me if you have any valuable clues.” Cadfan hurriedly said, “Master Xanthos, there has been a slight progression in this matter. I originally did not have any clues at all about this mysterious person, but now, I have some clues about him. He is of Japanese-Oskian descent. He is not old, and he is around the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at most, but he possesses extraordinary strength. It is said that even the Japanese ninjas are not his opponent at all. He could deal with several ninjas all on his own! Master Xanthos, you have to be careful!”

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

What have you found? "This tattoo is somewhat similar to the national logo of Angolla, but if you don't look at it carefully, it's almost exactly the same. I hacked the Central System of Angolla and found out that this totem was created by a woman named Magnolia. She used this totem to establish a secret organization called Modoru Squad." "Suddenly, Nathaniel frowned." Country F? Why was Country F involved again? Was Bettany from Country F? What does Modoru stand for?

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.