Old Tsunade Real Appearance Novels & Stories

Chapter one: Pure but sinful. The first time I saw Ginny Takahashi I forgot how to breathe properly. Her beauty was something different to behold.She stood in the wide marble foyer of the estate wearing a simple black silk kimono that hugged her narrow waist and fell open just enough at the chest to show the smooth line of her collarbone. Her hair was the color of midnight ink, straight and long, pinned loosely with a single jade comb. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and they looked at everything like they already owned it. Which they did.

The computer was neatly fixed in the middle and many more that I usually used whenever people asked for their bills and if they pay for a take-out. "Oh, come on! As if you don't know," my brows furrowed and looked at her on my right side. Shida was half-japanese and half-spanish. Her brunette hair was swaying elegantly every time she walks or nod her head. She has thick eyebrows that I usually fixed in our break time, a kissable lips that was complimenting her slim high pointed nose and sharp jaw. Despite her looking like a princess, she has a small face causing her to look more of a doll rather than the latter.

"We haven't seen in what? Years? And the first thing you ask me is why I'm here?" Shota was a woman with a mysterious kind of beauty. Her eyes were two colours; one blue and the other green. Her ears were pointy like an elf and when she smiled, the tips of two tiny white fangs protruded. Her hair was a blend of different colours, blue, green, gold and ginger. The ghost of a smile lifted Henry's lips as he accessed her. "You haven't changed one bit Shota." Shota laughed and hugged him lightly. "Neither have you, Henry. You do look more heartless and cruel."

She had seen this woman before. It appeared very vividly in her memory. In dark purple battle armor with a white cloak, she wore her 1.5-meter long hair behind her. Her chest undulated with her footsteps, but her height... She turned out to be short. Even if she was wearing shoes, one could tell that she was less than 1.7 meters tall. More importantly, her face looked completely like a teenage girl's. No, no. It was a... young girl’s face.

All of them nearly forgot to take a breath. The face of the lady with silver hair in traditional red cloth was so beautiful, if the leading lady is at the Idol level then the silver-haired lady is at the goddess level. The sharp eyes, the look of confidence, and proudly arrogance in her eyes make all of the people think that this silver-haired lady is the reincarnation of the goddess of war.

She tilted her head to the side before saying, “Athena, scan her.” From somewhere beside Carter, a woman, clad in dark brown cloak, appeared from the crowd. Her braided caramel light hair and her rounded eyes reminded him of Suna in a sense, although she looked more mature. She walked closer to them. Then, with a gentle smile, she said, “Excuse me for a moment.”

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

A woman in long, flowy ornamental robes appeared. Hanna’s brow furrowed as the goddess smiled down at her. Her long black hair was free, falling straight down her back. Her pale skin was almost glowing, and she flicked a fan open as she turned to me. She gave a deep bow before straightening back up and focusing on Hanna. “You are surprised to see me, child?” Her voice was heavily accented, but soft. Hanna froze, but then nodded. “You are not Tsukiyomi.” Hanna said it softly.

“I would, but that's impossible. And the answer to your question depends on what your definition of decent is. Knowing you, I'm sure it's minimal clothing.” “No, it's not.” “Relax. I'm fully clothed, so you can come in.” He came in. “I was asking because someone came to see you.” Next to him was a girl. She looked like the female version of him except shorter, with dark hair like Toshiro and her eyes were a darker shade of grey. “This is my sister, Sora.” She stared Twilight up and down for a while and her lips curled into a huge smile. She turned to Takumi.

Monica remembered that this should be the name of this girl. Nanami is a petite teen girl with average height and build, standing at 158cm. She is beautiful and has a D cup. She has a fair and light complexion, long, straight, brown hair that is usually tied up into a ponytail, and she has goldish-brown eyes. Looking at Nanami, Monica felt confused, wondering whether this heroine had a cataract or something. In truth, except for "Yasashi" (kind), he didn't see Sorata's charm points, or rather, there was nothing besides this "Yasashi".