Raiden Shogun Age Novels & Stories

"You don't believe me. My birthday's in the early twentieth century." "Wow." A hiss leaves his lips at my bland tone. Then he goes back to eating, angrily poking his spoon into the bowl of rice and shoving it into his mouth. Watching him chew harshly, I lean my head in my palm. "Okay— I believe you. So you're like what, a hundred years old?" "Uh huh. And Christian Shadow— he's like five hundred. Maybe more." He says thoughtfully, taking another bite. "I remember him telling me that the Renaissance wasn't actually that much of a big deal than people make out to be these days."