Mugiwara Flag Novels & Stories

Jai asked Gilbert, to which the man nodded. "Yes. The Adventurer Guild does have branches of their own, of course, but to cover wider area, we collaborate with them just like in other kingdoms in the continent. That's why there are three flags above our front door," Gilbert pointed to the flags above the door, which was the same as the ones outside. Jai turned around and looked at the door, where there were three flags of different colors hanging above it. "The bright red flag is the Adventurer Guild's flag, while the green one is the Windlet Service's flag. Then the last one, the darker red, is Shouha's flag," Gilbert answered.

"No. Look closer, Vane. That is not Alpha Silas’s war flag flying from the watchtower." Vane adjusted his sight. Flying above the central gatehouse was not the bloody sun-and-jaw banner of Silas, but a striking standard depicting a leaping golden falcon against a field of midnight blue. "The personal sigil of Princess Freya," Vane muttered in surprise. "The dissidents..." Before Vane could finish his sentence, the sharp TWANG of a bowstring cut through the night. A steel-tipped arrow whistled across the rushing river, burying itself deep into the oak trunk barely two inches above Leo’s right ear. The fletching hummed with a distinct, fiery orange energy—Southern sun-magic.

She asked quietly as I brought the rag closer to her face, she gave me a hateful look that caused an ache in my heart as Wren and Johan grabbed her shoulders preventing her from struggling as I placed it over the area of the scarf covering her nose, I gave her the answer to her question before she drifted off into unconsciousness. "Because I know you....Miwa." Her eyes widened at the mention of her name before fluttering close. ~Author's Note~ Wrong move Kalen😣😣 I don't think Miwa will appreciate this 😥😥 Votes and comments are truly appreciated 😊 😊

Ding Hao's pupils contracted. It was a battleship of the God's Palace Army. The black battleship was very aggressive like a shark swimming in the ocean. It quickly flew across the sky. When it got closer, one could see a black flag fluttering on the bow of the ship. The flag snapped in the void like an eagle. "It's the flag of the Moke Fleet from the God's Palace. This is the Moke Fleet!" "Oh heavens, it's actually the best guard camp of the God Emperor... Could it be that the God Emperor has personally come to battle?"

said the Northern Emperor. Neela snorted coldly, "You're crazy." "Then we'll see what happens," the Northern Emperor said. After a brief pause, a large flag was thrown out with a wave of the hand. The overall black flag is embroidered with an ancient evil blood red totem resembling a strange-looking cow. This flag grew in size after being flung out of hand into the wind. It grew to be a hundred meters tall in an instant, spreading the sky and fluttering in the wind. There was a burst of energy on it.

Like blades that formed physical strength, they intertwined into walls of humans! Meanwhile, within the crowds of fighters on each street, poles with huge red and black flags fluttered in the wind! The supreme banner of the Dragon Warriors! This was a symbol of invincibility! It was the flag that all enemy nations feared! At this moment, the entire city fell silent! The citizens who did not know what was happening hid in nearby buildings and looked at this scene in shock! All the streets were under martial law! Even the skies above were filled with hovering fighting planes!

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

"Are you f**king crazy? This is obviously a green checkmark, which is a sign that military action is forbidden. "You took it as a sign of military attack. What are you thinking about!" Jiro Ono was slapped and he staggered. When he stood up straight, he said stubbornly, "I'm not convinced. It's obviously a red cross. Why do you say it's a green checkmark? Are you trying to frame me?" "F*ck you!" Eiwa Miura almost went crazy with anger. He lifted his leg and kicked Jiro Ono to the ground. Then he called a soldier, pointed at the map on the big screen, and said, "Tell him, what is this?"

I whispered to Nate. “Some of the knights arrived in this place to secure the areas in advance. It’s the royals and some knights who are scheduled to arrive here today.” He says. Mine and Nate’s tent stood side by side. The flag of Thalia was raised on his tent while the flag of Gija was raised in mine. “So that’s Gija. It kind of resembles the mark on the pendant, don’t you think?” I told Nate as I grabbed both Custard and Viex in my arms before placing them on the ground.

The raiders' flag was dyed black with a white triangle as the background of the gray skull at the center. They were planted on top of the armored nuclear cannons, a destructive vehicle that has been torturing them under fire for a while now. If those weapons continue for a few more hours, then the entire village will be wiped out with no survivors.