Novel Orizuka Novels & Stories

he rawrs back at her. She opened the door and found Gran Iruka sitting in the center, eyes closed and seeming as though he was sleeping. There was nothing in it but it was littered with writings on the walls— more like it was carved in it. All of them were not in Oratumul but something else. She stepped inside and let Goro get off her. With that out of the way, she kneels and touched the engravings. What does this mean? "You found me?" Gran Iruka spoke up when he noticed that she was there.

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

’ [Yes] ‘Mind your own business. [The place looks messed up though] ‘What did you see? A kappa? Or did you see the kuchisake- onna?’ [Author’s Note: ‘kuchisake- onna’ is the ‘mouth-slit woman’] [Why would the kuchisake- onna be there?] ‘Weird right? That’s not all. Ritsu was sucked in by something other than the two of them.’ [You said you’re in Hokkaido. How long can you hold out?]

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.

A person who was so like and unlike him, confusing, yes, but it made sense to him in a way that he couldn’t explain. “Did you know that Iori used to be a writer under another name before this?” “I assumed that when that person called her Suzuna-sensei…” “She used to write mysteries under that pseudo name after she won a junior writing competition a few years back. Iori had always been closed off and had very few friends, but, there was this one guy whom she considered a friend since they were children.