Obanai Backstory の小説・ストーリー

Ruth replied and shook her head negatively. “You!! eat this”. Rita said as she dropped a pieces of rib in Ruth's plate,she smiled faintly her before shoving hers into her mouth. “Gosh”. Ruth muttered to herself and picked out the pices of ribs. “Ruth what have I done to deserve this!. I have always treated you as my little twin sister,but you despise me so much!!”. Rita yelled,a false tears welled up her eyes. “Dad what did I do to deserve this?!”. She asked mr.logan who shot Ruth a cold gaze.

That caused her to automatically flashback on what happened the first day she met with Danciana. “Sir, I can explain! It's not what you…!” She pleaded while tears already began to roll down her cheeks. “Explain what?” Danciana intruded “She's the slut that wants to take away my fiancée.” She concluded. “That's not the truth, sir…” She continued her plea “Don't listen to her. I only want to get her out of my sight” Danciana complained. “Give me the gun,” The old man said authoritatively whole stretching his hand towards one of his squads to hand over a gun to him

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

The cripple at first tried to shun Chôbei's questions; but at last, touched by the honesty and kindness of his speech, he replied- “Sir, my name is Takagi Umanosuké, and I am a native of Yamato;” and then he went on to narrate all the misfortunes which the wickedness of Banzayémon had brought about. “This is indeed a strange story,” said Chôbei who had listened with indignation. “This Banzayémon, before I knew the blackness of his heart, was once under my protection. But after he murdered Sanza, hard by here, he was pursued by these two apprentices of mine, and since that day he has been no more to my house.”

I patted OIKAWA's back and scooted closer to him. "I got my revenge. I trained for a year and I got my revenge at the age of 12. I killed tanaka. I was taken in by bloods and sins and ever since then I have been in this line of work. I can't quit, they won't let me. They've done a lot for me and I can't repay them." Oikawa held his head in his hands and I could hear him weep.

"Yes, you don't need to worry, Chihiro-nee. I won't do that kind of thing again." The habit of the previous Monica Oga was gambling, and it was also the source of the previous 15 million yen on his bank account. Monica Oga knew that it wasn't because the previous Monica Oga loved to gamble, but rather because it was part of the setting of the Monica Oga's character when he was still in chuunibyou. He was a bit dumbfounded. However, he had to admit that the previous Monica Oga was a great gambler since he could turn five hundred thousand yen of savings and new year money that had been collected several years into several times.

A Time Traveler from the Future ‘Obaasan?’ She stood tall at the bookshelf wearing a white Japanese kimono. She has this perfectly black, long, straight and shiny hair. And her soft sad eyes over her thick eyebrows, looked straight at my soul. ‘Obaasan?’ I asked. ‘I am not afraid of you; I want to talk.’ ‘My magomusume, you shouldn’t be afraid of me,’ she said in a soft cold voice. ‘I am just like you.’

“What the fuck, Andronikos?” Iason stormed in after me, slamming the door to my office shut behind him. His face was twisted in a mix of disbelief and frustration. “You didn’t think it important to tell me—your second-in-command—about a person as pivotal as a Yakuza princess?” “Onna Oyabun,” I corrected, settling into the leather chair behind my mahogany desk. “What?” he asked, more confusion flashing across his face.

"You finally decided to grace us with your presence. And you brought the little Ashford ghost with you? I thought you kept him locked in the pits for the rats to finish off." The entire room went silent. A dozen pairs of eyes, hard and predatory, shifted toward us. Tavian Blake, who had been standing by the buffet, drifted closer to my side, his hand subtly resting on the grip of his piece. "Obi serves a different purpose now, Uncle," I said, my voice steady as I pulled Obi to the leather armchair directly beside my seat. "He’s been working the northern tunnel, and his output has been... exceptional." "Exceptional?" one of the other Sires laughed, a gravelly, drunken sound. "He looks like he

Beth said and looked at me with deep eyes. “Our king is only successor of Zanis royal family also once this spell caste by this bloody Bitch is broken… he can officially take over throne of Ostoban Kingdom and you could continue your medicine learning over there….. I am 187 successor of Omen family, I am very skill and prone to all sort of hidden skill… I can teach you some of my skill… if you follow me to Ostoban” Beth further added with determined look in her eyes.