Samurai X Sojiro Novels & Stories

"Oh come on. Fuck that Cindrella look and be Moana or Elsa. Urgh, these princess names! The Aurora I know would never miss a chance to show someone who the boss is. You seriously want Jessica to take over you?" "No." "Good. Because I am not just doing this for you. I don't want to miss the opportunity to dance with you, plus I get to make that Silver Hair jealous. He has always been on the lead, today I will be." He winks and I fold my arms over my chest. "What? Silver hair is a good name. It...umm...Gojo Satoru has silver hair! He is the strongest." I laugh. "You are seriously intending to bring anime in here?" Alex knows that I am currently being a fan of anime and since I started watching

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

It was obvious that if Souichiro wanted it, these women would be willing to spend the night with him. Souichiro felt himself getting excited when he saw the women becoming mad for him. He wished he could kill Harvey in an instant and enjoy the best time in his life. Soichiro didn't want to waste his breath anymore. He slashed with the Demonbane, and there was another flash. So fast! So brutal! So powerful! Everyone started to cheer for him. "Zephyr Slash!" Souichiro immediately used one of the lethal techniques from Shindan Way before running ahead.

In an instant, experts in Higurashi Shrine were all woken up by this voice. The older generation of expert swordsmen, who were sleeping in the shrine and secretly cultivating, all opened their eyes. Mr. Sasaki, who was sent flying, was stunned with his eyes widened. His name was Toro Sasaki. He was Aoda Sasaki’s grandson. Toro didn’t think the people who came would be brave enough to call his grandfather out like that. One ought to know that his grandfather was already Higurashi’s number one expert a few decades ago. Moreover, he was known as the first swordsman in Japan. Many people had died under Toro’s grandfather’s blade.

Somito took a deep, shuddering breath—a breath that didn't rattle. "I suppose the masquerade was going to end eventually," Somito said. He stood up slowly, his movements no longer burdened by age or injury. He looked down at his ruined tunic, then up at Sofia. His eyes were no longer the weary brown of a human mentor. They were a burning, molten amber that seemed to cast its own light in the shadows of the alley. "Don't look at me like that, Sofia. I’m still the man who taught you how to throw a punch. I just didn't tell you where I learned to take one."

Immediately, the General pulled out the broadsword that he carried with him. That General was called Doji Shant, one of Paya's Mighty Generals. He had great military exploits and powerful strength. Immediately, Doji's power erupted, and he drew a ray of cold light with the broadsword in his hand, slashing toward Magaera's face. The shadow of the knife passed by, and the entire hall was enveloped by murderous intent. Its power was astonishing. The other Generals around were all indifferent at this moment. From their point of view, if Doji had made a move, the arrogant man in front of him would surely die.

He was surprised. "Yes. The Samurai's are the strongest when it comes to the assassin's world. I will tell you a story Paul. A long time ago there were two brothers, the elder one loathed after the younger one, and would do everything within his power to make sure his younger brother was not loved by their father.

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

Whiz— Standing on the spot, Yang Xiao's body burst out like a sharp sword. "Ah!" Shinichi Miyamoto tried his best to wield his samurai sword fiercely.

Zhou Tian knew that Jiro Matsushima was invited by Shi Zhengxiang to deal with him. From the looks of it, Jiro Matsushima should have some tricks up his sleeve. However, Zhou Tian did not want to spoil this guy. He focused on preparing for the battle and did not make a move first. Swoosh! Jiro Matsushima took the lead in attacking. He brandished Bird Country's war saber in his hand and slashed towards Zhou Tian's head at an extremely fast speed! Zhou Tian frowned slightly. Jiro Matsushima's attack was really fierce. He was going to kill his opponent.