Samurai Champloo Novels & Stories

Slipping on a pair of blue athletic shorts and a white tank top, not bothering with undergarments. “Are we ready to relocate?” I asked, slipping on a pair of sandals. “Yes, mistress.” Hachiro bowed his head, heaving three pieces of luggage into his arms. “You really can stop calling me that.” I sighed, grabbing my mask, katana, and a bag. “Let’s go, Mayu.” I nodded, leading the way out. No one tried to stop us as we passed them.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

’ Zuno thought. After eating, all of them went to the training camp, it was a new location for the next stage. Mingchan will have a duel on each robot then once he won two rounds per battle with one robot, he will move to the next step. First, Mingchan and Ruru had the battle. It was fire vs. telekinesis power. Mingchan was struggling as Ruru was able to control the objects around them, making him hard to attack Ruru. But when Mingchan summoned his fire phoenix, Ruru was shocked as he did not expect to see that fire phoenix being so strong.

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

Universe. Okay, her friend followed her beauty, she won't let herself down, right! She grabbed a cocktail drink from the waiter who just passed next to her, then drank it and went to her friend. Oh, that's why Samara smiles too much because she’s not mistaken, the man who's wearing a white shirt is hot and he was smiling while listening to them, maybe her crazy friend was making jokes because she knew how skilled at flirting her buddy was, even if she doesn't like them.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

chirped Sapphire, her flirtatious eyes flashing with a strange glint. "You are powerful. In fact, the most powerful one I've seen before," purred Violet as well, her eyes lighting up with the same weird glow. Chu Xun's gaze began to wander as his sight began to lose focus. He stumbled, nearly falling, as he struggled to keep himself steady in his nauseous delirium. "What's your name?" Sapphire's eyes were now like a pair of vortexes spiraling rapidly. "Samsara…" answered Chu Xun dazedly.

“Hello, this is the Chandler resident. Chandra speaking.” “Chan.” Sam’s voice came through. “Hey.” Chan felt her heart skip a beat. “Hi,” she said, smiling. On the other side of the room, Soriya said, “Oh dear, Chan is smiling. I wonder who’s calling.” Jeremy didn’t like the sound of that. When Chan said, “Lilly wants to talk to me?” he knew without a doubt it was Sam. Wanting to make his territory as clear to his cousin as possible, he picked up a spoon filled with a soup he had made with Dara and headed Chan’s way.

I found an action movie and pressed play, most of their fighting moves are so unrealistic but then again it's just a movie so it's obviously gonna be unrealistic. Although the movie was very interesting. I sat there staring at the television without even noticing that Leornado approached me with two bowls of soup. He sat down quietly next to me and handed me my bowl. The aroma of the soup hit me and I took a deep breath enjoying the lovely scent. The soup had dumplings, carrots, pumpkin, green plantain, and smoked chicken which all smelt lovely and looked scrumptious.

Liam and I move in tandem, circling the zombie-dragon, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Nothing happens. I wait, and I wait until finally, Liam lunges forward, his claws extended, and I follow suit. We hit the zombie dragon with everything we’ve got, slicing through its scales and dodging its deadly claws. I can feel my adrenaline pumping as we fight, Liam and I moving in perfect sync.