Novel & Cerita Muichiro Quotes

He and I turn red in embarrassment, but nonetheless, he turns to me and wimnks an eye with a bright smile. I giggle, glancing at the quotes and sure of who wrote them. I silently turn my body to see him. The smile on my face making him turn red as he averts his sight between me and the teacher. He clears his throat and runs his hands against the side of his pants. "Ahem! Of course." He sighs and stands straight to read out loud. "No matter what happens, enjoy life because you only get one and it doesn't last long. . . . .-Epicurus." He smirks and squints his eye at me, making me roll my eyes and turn to face him.

I jokingly said as I picked up the mug and headed to the stove. Mario replied with a shrug. “I am an Italian living in America so there is a difference.” The microwave made some noises and he took out his mug. In minutes, we found ourselves sitting at the dining table with mugs in our hands. “So,” Mario asked, wiping off his milk mustache. “What makes you stay up in the middle of the night?” Before I got a chance to answer, he held up one finger and waved it in front of me. “No, no,” he said in a thick Italian accent. “You can not blame me or Faith cos nothing happened. We just talked.”

It’s an impulse to protect myself, and he has no idea how necessary it has been to me. I don’t get a chance to talk more as Mico is out of sight and leaving me pondering his wise words that he has a habit of spitting out and then walking off after. He is fucking infuriating sometimes. He’s like Jiminy Cricket; sweeping in to offer guidance, then buggers off without giving you any real answers, so you have to figure it out for yourself.

I was about to speak when he replied once more. "Chi troppo vuole nulla stringe." Those who want too much obtain nothing. Luca's words played in my mind as the room around me went dark. I closed my eyes as I began to feel a bit dizzy. "A volte le risposte si trovano dall'imprevisto."

Apparently. I turn to the crowd, watching us. “No matter how big or small you are, there is always something to learn,” I say as I remove my gloves. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Those of you who are smaller should learn from that quote,” I used it often when I was training with Ora.

Mirco said. "Don't you trust them?" Mirco chuckles a bit, "I trust them but they can be clumsy at times so they might mess up. We should make everything as perfect as possible." I nodded, "Alright. Can you handle the rest by yourself?" I asked. "Of course. Who do you think I am?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes at his smugness. I jokingly pushed his shoulder. "You're so fucking annoying!" He burst into laughter, "That's why you should go back to our unit!"

Mario asked standing up, he was going to order coffee. "Original gayo, non sugar" Lucrecia mentioned her order which Mario nodded off for it. After couples of minutes, their order set in. They were just having light chatter while occasionally Lucrecia chortled. "I have no idea that you have such a good sense of humor." Mario quipped in the middle of his laugh. "It's because you've never tried it. Besides, you're a narrow-hearted man to accept my profound presence.” Lucrecia replied with humorous tones to every word. Even though in every word it also meant satire.

“I don’t want to understand him and it’s better that you haven’t provided me with sharp objects because I sure as hell want to kill him.” “You know there’s a famous Chinese writer, Sun Tzu, who wrote— 'If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’” “Why are you trying to help me, Mario?” I questioned, feeling irritated now because I really didn't want to hear anything about him and I sure as hell didn't want to feel any less hate than I felt right that second. I hated him so much for pushing me like that that I had lost myself and he had seen me in one of my weak moments. “Does your master know that you’re here providing wisdom to his captive on

♧THE DISOWNED SON♧ "Wow... you have nice grades, Mahiriko. Some of it raised but mostly it didn't. Another rows of flunking grades to show me... again. Nothing new." Mahiriko's Father sarcastically uttered as soon as his Father saw his card. "Well thank you, Otosan." He sarcastically answered his Father with a menacing smile. "You never learn do you?" Mr. Quihiro asked his son as he placed his son's card down on his table and take his eye glasses off. "I thought we had a great deal."

Each word from Mario's mouth serves as a reminder of the injustices that exist in the world, fueling my determination to take action and put an end to such atrocities. “Mario, can you please check if they would like to press charges? I’ll support them financially.” “I’ll contact each of them and coax them into fighting for justice with you.” Ah, Mario! This is why he's the best assistant. The unwavering determination in his tone brings a sense of solace to my troubled heart. In the midst of this distressing situation, knowing that I have someone as dedicated and reliable as Mario by my side fills me with gratitude and a renewed sense of hope.