Nobara X Yuji X Megumi นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yuta explained. Jai frowned when he heard the fourth name. “I’ve heard of that one.” “Oh which one of has you heard of it? Takeshi Hirabayashi or Satoshi Hirabayashi?” Yuta asked him. “The latter one, Satoshi.” As the humans talked, the little companions were busy with themselves. Shoru pawed at Yuta’s opened palm while Rita pecked softly at Shoru’s tufts, managed to pluck some out which she then dropped to the floor. It didn’t result in bald spot, and the little wolfy didn’t seem to be feel any pain from her fur plucked out, making Rita quite confused. Sakura was only watching all of them silently, as per usual.

Plays electric guitar. Hirose Mio- she hit Kagami in the door with a face by accident and shows remorse. Plays guitar. Close to Anya. They were the only two from their original bands to stick together. Fujino Anya- she laughed when Kagami was hit in the door with a face and seems to have a dislike of him after hearing he was the songwriter for a popular band. Plays the keyboard. Has lavender highlights in her hair. Seems close to Mio. Hayashido Yoriko- a tall big busted girl who plays drums. Has white hair.

* Back in Nerima, Chiemi, Shiori, Noriko, Maiko, Toya and Kazuha look for any mention of yeouiju in any text they could get their hands on. “There is nothing that says anything about a yeouiju except stories and folklore. There is no real life event about it.” Chiemi said. “Well at least we have a bit of textbook knowledge about it. Even if it is little, it is better than none.” Toya said. Chiemi sighs as she rolls up the scroll. “Sorry. I’ll try to be positive.” Kazuha finishes the book she read, closes it and grabs another one. “We should watch his progress as well. Other than physically, he shows signs of his growing chi. But this isn’t the strange thing.” she said.

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

Ryu opened the door to the studio for Yuka to come in first. "Thanks." Said Yuka shyly as she goes in. " Yuka!" Nato greeted as he walked toward Yuka and hugged her. "Guys, this is my cousin Yuka. Yuka these are my bandmates and friends Tomo and Ishi." Nato said. "Hi, Yuka!" Said Tomo. "Nice to meet you," Ishi said smiling from across the room where they were seating.

"Hey, aren't you Yuji?" "Y-Yes, and who you might be?" He smiled, but it didn't felt so nice. "I'm Noru, a friend of Toma."

"I'm Naru. The other 2 people are Ryoma and Yuji. We're a student here. But we're not talented as what did you know. We are just a normal drawer. Well, Nice to meet you." They all stand up and greet Naru back then they introduce their name to Naru one by one. They got a thing that they want to talk about. But maybe they can't talk about it since the competition between them need to get started. But Nimura says to them "Maybe we will continue our talk and become a friend after all of this end." They agreed with it too and all of them then get into their place. Igarashi then tells them about the second quest for Hitaku.

“Mathias, you’re nothing better than Griff.” The display tech noticed something and scrolled down the page. “Uhm, Miss Andrea, isn’t your family name Archer? Do you know a Melody Archer? She’s listed as the designer for Snow Promises – Forever… and Winter Equinox. Didn’t you say you designed Winter Equinox?”

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.