Novel & Cerita Nezuko Cry

I can't give back, I need to ask for help, I did my best during these two years. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, now is the time, I know Mr. Gustam is behind his desk looking at some papers as he always does, every day, come on Aya, be brave, remember Zenitsu, he is the embodiment of fearfulness, but when it comes to Nezuko he turns into the bravest in the whole universe of the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba, be like him!

Zen watched the boss’ health bar vanish as the powerful special boss exploded into a huge fountain of water. Drenched thoroughly, Akiko studied her new loot as the water from the cleared boss dungeon receded into nothingness. “It’s another crafting item,” she announced as Zen’s jaw fell. He’d never seen a boss die that quickly. It was overkill. “Pixie’s tear, it’s a potion ingredient.”

Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden. A GIFT FOR THE LITTLE FAIRY. As Nevea's cry got louder, Zach's eyes bled to golden completely.

Shaking her head, Juniper knew if the silence remained longer, Kriss might release a tear and to help him break out, she called. “Ay! If you guys are done then come on. We are not here for your chit chat.” She called loudly, breaking the rhythm of sadness. “Y-Yeah. Come, Kriss.” Persephone replied, smiling sweetly at him, gesturing to him to come after her. Swallowing hard his sorrow, he nodded as they joined everyone. “Here you go, drink some water. I don’t want to see you cry. It would ruin the image of White Death I have in my mind.” Juniper said bitterly, throwing a water bottle at him.

Nya couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know what sort of an expression to wear on her face. Crying seemed to fit the weight of the room, but then, she wasn’t moved to tears, not yet. She was too angry for that. It was Nya’s sister, Eru, who cried when she was mad, not Nya. Not usually. For the most part, when she was angry, she just wanted to bust someone in the face. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work either. Nya hung back until the parents noticed her and beckoned for her to come in. “Princess Nya,” the mother said, her voice cracking as she sobbed. “Thank you for coming.”

And now, as soon as I open my eyes again, I saw Zale's crying face. "Why are you crying, Zale?" I asked as I reached out my hand to touch his face. "Because you suddenly--suddenly..." and there he goes, he cried louder. I looked around and see the children tear up as well. "Where's Neven? I need to speak with him." As soon as I said that, Neven went out of the kitchen looking confused. "W-what's wrong?" Neven asked. I showed my arm and there was a wound. A burn. I accidentally went near its fire and got burned. "Can you heal me?" I asked and he shook his head.

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

-VANCE'S POV- Nyx returned in an ethereal white glow and spat out a dead fizzing repulsive form of a kripling and laid it down on the deck of the only ship left intact. He shook his large white head, flashing out his tongue at the distaste of the creature. Nyx set afire the dead kripling that burns into cinders. One down. Two to go. Next, Zuzu, materialized on the deck with the necromancer in one claw and a flailing Assad in the other.

Recorded message from Maya: "This is Maya Chen, coordinator of the Northeastern Confederation. We're survivors, not military. We're here because Dr. Navarro at the CDC traced the climate cycles to your facility. We're not here to attack. We're here to help. We know the freeze was accident. We know you've been trying to fix it. We want to work with you. We want to prevent the next cycle. If anyone inside that facility wants to talk, wants to find solution together, respond to this frequency. We'll be listening." The broadcast repeated on loop. Every thirty minutes. Maximum range.

Nikka smiled divertingly. At the other corner someone was also watching them, frowning. He was so disappointed to see Sora being defeated by just a small creature than him. “Useless.” + Inside the room, Zitrey was in complete silent. A reflection of a girl in a mirror was looking at her. Then a vioce of a kid was speaking to his head. It was the Crimson Blade.