One Piece Shimotsuki Novels & Stories

“Mr. Shimada!” A ninja shouted in panic. Bam! Instead of using the evil-repelling talisman, he punched Shimada and sent more needles flying. He successfully knocked out the remaining four ninjas, but their injuries were not fatal. Seeing Kiran subdue his men one after another, Shimada was furious. His black hairs standing on end, he began wildly clawing at the air, wanting to tear Kiran apart. Kiran suddenly flicked his right index finger, sending a drop of blood toward Shimada.

“I am Mōri Shinsuke.” “And I am Hattori Koheita.” They introduced themselves. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I am standing in front of Mori Shinsuke and Hattori Koheita. I never thought I'd be able to meet them but here I am standing in front of them. I’m getting quite excited about being in their presence. They must have noticed my sudden change in personality. I quickly composed myself before I make any dumb decisions.

Charlie suddenly thought of something and he told Yahiko, “By the way, Mr. Ito, I will have to trouble you to help me to do something else.” Yahiko hurriedly replied, “Please tell me what it is.” Charlie replied, “What is the name of the vice-chairman of Nippon Steel who was negotiating the terms of the contract with Jasmine before this? Is he called Hashimoto Kazumi?” “Yes.” Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!”

Nixon arches an eyebrow, chipping away at some wood he found, "You can tell?" Seth points to his hip, then motions to the Japanese man, Nixon nods in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm Japanese," The man shakes the katana on his hip, wearing a black military uniform with white lining, the symbol of a hawk on his right breast. "Tsukiyama Matsumoto," He bows, "Nice to meet you two." "Seth Alpheus Hunt." "Nixon Driver." "You two can call me Tsuki." He bows once again. Seth cracks his neck, "You speak good English, were you born here?"

Kishimoto said. We quietly watched the Koi fishes swim around the colorful pond. "How is she taking it?" He asked. "Pretty well to my surprise," I said, referring to Isabella. "She is stronger than I imagined," I added. "Protect her with your life, she carries your future," Kishimoto said. I turned to him in surprise. How could he tell? "I was a surgeon before I chose the world of money, Damien-kun," Kishimoto said sagely.

Tamamo's eyes were filled with desire as she licked her lips. “Wait a minute,” Sutoku interrupted. “Are you saying that Shuten-douji lost to a single human?” “Yup! That human was able to go defend against the [Thousand Army Decapitation]. He was also able to break through the gourd.” “I see. Then it should be easy.” Amaterasu was somewhat relieved. If it were a single human, then Tamamo should be able to handle it. That vixen enjoyed hunting down attractive males, after all.

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

The following morning the parents of the murdered child came to claim that Itarô should be given up to their vengeance; but it was too late, and all they could do was to bury their child and mourn for his loss. Itarô made his way to Gim in hot haste, and there found employment as a shop-boy; but soon tiring of that sort of life, and burning to become a soldier, he found means at last to enter the service of a certain Hatamoto called Sakurai Shôzayémon, and changed his name to Tsunéhei. Now, this Sakurai Shôzayémon had a son, called Shônosuké, a young man in his seventeenth year, who grew so fond of Tsunéhei that he took him with him wherever he went, and treated him in all ways as an equal.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.