Sanji X の小説・ストーリー

So sometimes arguments started. Niji and Irina were good enough. She was really energetic which something he liked but. Sometimes he just felt tired and just ignored her, causing her to be mad. But because of her energetic self, she was sometimes even bubblier than before and just make him tired a lot more. The woman just had too much energy sometimes. Sanji was always in the middle of the fights between Koneko and Ravel. Making him feel awkward. Sometimes he felt as if he was treated as a toy, but he hoped it was his imagination. Since he trained with them he wasn't as bad as the others but. Sometimes arguments started in their training and escalated into fights. Making him feel tired out a

On the other hand, Santino was fighting with all his strength. He wielded a Chaotic Treasure and unleashed his three Macrocosm Powers. Unexpectedly, he was not dealing any substantial damage to James. After fighting for a while, he quickly recognized how strong James was. Throughout the fight, James was trying to gauge Santino’s strength. After a few confrontations, he had a rough idea of his current strength. Santino was a Three-Power Macrocosm Ancestral Gods with a Chaotic Treasure. Thus, his strength was equivalent to that of a Four-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God.

If San is no longer here, you will receive the privilege of having my illustrious, beautiful, annoying presence. - In those moments that I miss him - I say smiling. - Me too - Says a little downcast - He would torment Sabrina so much that I would no longer be the focus of his anger, maybe I would even be his hero who would punch San for teasing her. Everything would work itself out. - He smiles imagining it but I see his sadness when he talks about Santiago. -No sad mood in this room, that's where I work, but want a scarf to get over your ex? - I say cynical

said Bailey. Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side. Sanko's enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me." "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang's elite fighters. He's a cultivator. Do you think you'll be able to hold up against a cultivator?" "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.

The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly-- “Have you forgotten my face, Banzayémon?”

"Okay, Master Zhou, leave it to me!" Xiao San was not ambiguous. He pressed Zheng Tiandi and was about to stab him. Zheng Tiandi's face turned red. Xiao San pressed on Zheng Tiandi's neck and was about to stab Zheng Tiandi's neck. His posture was like killing a pig to release blood. He was really going to kill Zheng Tiandi.

Matapos kong ubusin ang juice ay tumayo na ako at hinayaang nakakalat ang pinagkainan sa lamesa. Sancho was sitting pretty on his long couch while reading something. Nang marealize ko na manga ang binabasa nito ay bahagyang namilog ang mga mata ko. Nagbabasa siya ng ganoon? Dahil sa nakita ay ngayon ko lang din napansin ang naka-frame na Demon Slayer poster sa wall niya. I looked at him in amusement. Is he an otaku or something? Magkakasundo sana kami sa ganyan pero isa siyang tarantadong gago kaya hindi pwede.

Elder Jiu's gaze became more serious and he, who had been holding back his anger, became even angrier at that moment. "Ho? Elder Jiu, why are you angry?" Tang San asked, looking at Elder Jiu. He dispelled his intention to kill Elder Jiu with just a wave of his hand. This clearly proved how terrifying the power of Tang San, the sworn brother of Emperor Long, was.