Raku Ichijō นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I knew there I would find people I had helped deceive. Entering the kingdom, I was blocked by a jinni. "State your business." He asked, and I knew this was why I was sent here. "My name is Balarabe. The Mai'Aljannu of Rayuwa, I am here on a personal trip to aid the jinni in her war." I lied. The light instructed me to show it the mark of the jinni, which was surprisingly located on my left upper arm. The jinni verified the mark, and I was granted access.

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."

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

Third person POV: “RAVAN…” Mukul and aisha both spoke in unison as their eye got fix on a man standing at door who was 6 feet tall with muscular broad chest and well build body, despite of fact that his face was half coved under his well grown moustache and beard he still looked very devilishly handsome, his face and body were illuminating detailed art work of god who must have carved every part of his body with all might, even though being so striking the aura that was surrounded around him was totally dark and it was all because of his ice cold facial expression and sharp piercing eye which were fixed on his younger brother and his forced wife, without saying a single word Ravan slowly wal

Crossing a hand over her heart she started; "Dia dhuit", she greeted politely, "As mentioned, my name is Hikaru Raijin I'm an Ascendant of the Spirit of Lightning. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance", she greeted. "Raijin?" Moira hummed, "Like the God of Lightning in Japanese myth?" she queried politely. Pleasantly surprised Hikaru smiled and nodded, "Similar", she answered, and "He's the Japanese God or thunder, storms and lightning and my father", she stated bowing.

Ryuji sat there in silence, and beside him stood his two remaining sons. The first one—Takeo—was the eldest. Stoic. Calm. The kind of man who moved like a shadow and said little unless absolutely necessary. He reminded me of Ryuji in every way, from the way he kept his hands tucked in his sleeves to the subtle twitch of his jaw when emotional restraint was pushed too far. We had met once during my visit in Tokyo and he looks slightly better than he did then, he had been working out, that’s good. The second son—Renji—was the opposite.

“Here is the report the General gave… ‘Ito Akihiko is beyond your wildest expectations. Has already experienced death once. Has taken out a nest of A-grade Akaname with only one support.’” “And who is this support?” “Sir the general said that it’s a mercenary who goes by the name of Yasuhiro Ritsu.” On hearing the name one of the figures who were sitting in their chairs gets up enraged- “Kill him… This is an order. If he is not dealt with immediately, he could prove to be quite the problem.” “Yes sir. He has also mentioned a very confidential piece of info in his report… ‘Wukong has arisen from his slumber.’”

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.