Satoru Gojo Novels & Stories

The four other humans that had been standing behind Peter had been trying their best to stay out of the argument. Peter walked over to the first member of the group. A Japanese man with a light skin tone, around 5'11" with short black hair and brown eyes, who was wearing a black gi with the hood pulled down. "This is Sabumaru, we all call him Sabu for short. Sabu this is the brand new recruit that has literally just been reborn, Elijah." 'How long has it been since I was called a new recruit?' Elijah thought extending a hand to Sabu while giving a friendly "Hey." Sabu didn't reciprocate the greeting but did give a quick firm handshake.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

He comments as he collects the daggers from him. Akio shrugs, his long shiny hair shifting with the motion. “That’s what makes me so hard to catch.” He grins and for a moment it’s almost like he’s a younger version of Gojo Sensei but with better hair, better genes, and a shittier sense of style. As Sensei dismisses him, he winks at me and gives William a thumbs-up. Leave it to Akio to support opposing sides at the same time.

"He's a siphoner, which means he can't do magic." Oh. So Jun knows. Right then, he wonders what the hell is he still doing there? He seems to be useless as it is. He has so many questions and he still wants answers. For one, what does Joaquin need from him? There was no way he’s standing in front of someone whose existence is ambiguous if it’s just for show. Joaquin purses his lips, and then he nods, "What's your name, witch?" "Hiro Kitagawa," he answers.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Not caring that Jiurozayémon should succeed in his desire to put him to shame, he sent for his favorite apprentice, Tôken Gombei, and said to him- “I have been invited to a drinking-bout by Midzuno Jiurozayémon. I know full well that this is but a stratagem to requite me for having fooled him and maybe his hatred will go the length of killing me. However, I shall go and take my chance; and if I detect any sign of foul play, I'll try to serve the world by ridding it of a tyrant, who passes his life in oppressing the helpless farmers and wardsmen. Now as, even if I succeed in killing him in his own house, my life must pay forfeit for the deed, you come tomorrow night with a burying-tub, and fe

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

"SORIN KIM!" The thunderous voice had all the chattering students in the hallway zip their mouth right up. Eira turned around to see her homeroom teacher Mr. Williams drenched entirely with some greenish, gooey substance that looked very similar to slime, looking all creepy, disgusting and funny at the same time. No wonder he was so livid. It seemed that Eira’s homeroom teacher had become a victim- once again-to Sorin Kim's pranks, the notorious prankster of her school.