Nezuko X Mitsuri Ship 소설 & 이야기

She didn't have time to dwell on it too much as he made her lose thought very quickly and she couldn't regain it until the next day. Mitsuhide was still in the shadows now far from Ieyasu's palace when he saw the princess leaving the next morning on Ieyasu's arm. They both were smiling, and head's placed together. He also noticed the small red marks on the princess's neck and the line of scratches on the back of Ieyasu's neck. He smiled to himself knowing that it had worked yet again. Though he didn't need to really think that someone like Masamune needed something like the tonic but he was next on the Kitsune's list to cross off. He had a feeling it would be the more fun than switching his

Grandmother’s cloak did not. Neither did the black sails. The ships behind them crossed the waves without disturbing them. “Another vision,” I whispered. Cassian watched the fleet through narrowed eyes. “Not entirely.” He pointed toward the white vessel. Its reflection moved differently from the ship. In the water, Grandmother was absent. Kiyomi stood alone at the bow. Hayate was not kneeling. He was dead. I jerked my gaze away. The child echo still held my hand. “Where are they?”

Mayumi and Sayaka started to fight each other, ignoring everyone. Monica looked at Mayumi and Sayaka who started to quarrel again and couldn't help but shake his head. In truth, he understood that Misaki really made a "welcoming anime" for him, Sorata, and Shiina, after all, the three aircraft were made after him, Sorata, and Shiina, and the fighter cat robot was Misaki, then the bombing was the dialogue between people in Sakurasou, and lastly, the planet on the final scene was Sakurasou. "It's not bad, right? But it is a bit rushed, what do you think?" Misaki looked back at the crowd, hoping someone would get her some advice. The microphone was first aimed at Sorata, who was sitting the far

“You got some of our fittest classmates in Kyushu.” “The ones who are working with us are Mitsui, Yoshino, and Riki.” “Less than I’d expect.” Kazuha commented. “They’ve been there for over an entire day. We lost contact four hours ago and haven’t heard from them since. Izumi left behind some paper shikigami to take their place here but it won’t last. I need your help to go find them.” “Four hours? It might already be too late.” Kazuha said and saw the state of her friends. “Thankfully, Hirate left some clues and our winter break isn’t over yet. This might be enough."

Masamune finally voiced what everyone was thinking. “She said to get answers,” Mitsunari replied, shrugging off the question as he turned to go back inside to see the writing again. The rest watched as Mitsuhide opened the door for her and walked around the back to his side. As he looked before shifting the SUV into gear, he saw the group staring at the pair. He leaned over to her as she looked at him, and he pecked her nose. She smiled at him and then he shifted the gear and started to back out. He stuck his hand out of the window to wave to the watching group.

The captain of the Phantoms paused in his step as he caught sight of the four of them, with Tohya, Yuri and Ren looking as if they would like nothing better than to murder Mizuki on the spot, and Mizuki looking as if he would rather be anywhere but here. “What are the three of you doing?” Riou demanded with exasperation in his voice, not seeing Mizuki yet. “The doors won’t hold those guys for long—” He paused in mid-sentence when he caught sight of Mizuki, and the expression on his face darkened. Mizuki gave a small tentative smile. “Captain…” he muttered, inclining his head to Riou. Yuri, Ren and Tohya exchanged curious looks. Riou gave a small smile. “It’s been a long time,” he said. “Form

She stretched out her hand for Naomi to take. Gingerly, Naomi grasped her soft, open palm. Nezetta pulled Naomi, placing her between her body and the edge, and stood behind her with a hand resting on the curve of Naomi's waist instead of her shoulder as she had originally intended, because of their height difference. "Look, beneath the waters. It's a Delphinus pod!" She excitedly pointed at the gray, streamlined animals swimming along the body of the ship. Naomi raised a brow both in humor and confusion as she looked at what Nezetta was referring to. "What in the world is a Delphinus? Those are dolphins!" She corrected, laughter bubbling from her lips.

I returned it with the same energy. Alpha Novare stepped forward with a ease and greeted Alpha Konan. "Konan," he called. "Novare," Alpha Konan replied. They hugged, very quickly with smiles. Just enough to sell the illusion, while hiding their animosity towards each other. "I see you are here with our diplomat—Madeline," Alpha Novare said to Alpha Konan, deep with mocking disdain. "A diplomat you chose, and I accepted. Don't you remember?" Alpha Konan subtly fired back, with the same mocking disdain.

he says. “Aye.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look. I lock my gaze, watching the ship slowly approach until its detail becomes clearer. It’s large, about the size of my vessel. The flag becomes visible, but I can’t read it. It’s dark–black maybe–but I can’t make out the signal. Moments pass, and it becomes obvious the ship is sailing straight for us. “Kai?” Niko asks in the mind-link. “I’m in the mess hall, and you apparently aren’t. Is something wrong?”