Shin Tsukinami Novels & Stories

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

We were only stopping by for a split second just so that Saiora could change into a graphic baby-blue, cropped tee from her oversized brown t-shirt. "Oh my gosh!" I unintentionally exclaimed. "Sai you're a genius!" I finally understood her choice of codenames. "Hiroshi is Blossom, Dean Buttercup, and Alex bubbles. Okay, I agree with you. I was just confused before as to why there were three because my feelings for Hiroshi have depleted but I get it." My feelings for him perished just as quickly as they'd come.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

So Shin broke up with Jessica, for her safety because he knows that the only Version Slayer who knows they are dating is dead. Then a Flungoues appeared in Eclipse and Team 1 headed over there to solve it, from the looks of it Hikaru made his move and now Shin is confused about what to do. He loves Hikaru, but how does he know he'll always be? He's afraid that one day he'll wake up and suddenly realize this feeling has drifted to another. " I said in a loud clear voice like I was giving a report.

Additionally, Taurus asks, Sultan shook his head; he was nervous. "I-I’m not..." he stammered, "How can I be a traitor?" His sweats were visible. "The young lady is just mistaken," "Right, young miss?" he questioned. Emily clasps both her arms above the table, looking at Sultan sharply. "Do you mean... Am I lying? What if I told you that the King was just giving me hints? "That the alpha knows about the traitor?" she scoffed sardonically.

Luckily, he stopped for a few seconds and I used the opportunity. My shin collided with his groin, and he gasped, falling to the floor. I darted to the door and yanked the handle. I rammed into Sin at the entrance. He steadied me and clutched my hand as I prepared to dart away. “What is going on?” I breathed out when I heard his voice. I clutched his shirt, sniffing. “I-I…” I trailed off, trembling. “Breathe Artemisia, Breathe.” He instructed whilst rubbing my back. “Why are you disorientated and who are you running from?”

Smiling, I move to sit on the floor, next to the other instructor as Asano instructs them on the mat. "I heard from Asano-San that you accompanied Young-Master today." He says, his appraising gaze sweeping over me. "Ah, yes. I'm Jason. Jason Sakamoto." I bow slightly, stretching my hand out. "Joseph. Just Joseph." He smiles as he takes my hand in his, shaking it gently. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise. So how long have you known Shinigami-Kun?" "A couple months now." I reply, unable to help the smile that forms as the memory of our first encounter plays back.

The following morning the parents of the murdered child came to claim that Itarô should be given up to their vengeance; but it was too late, and all they could do was to bury their child and mourn for his loss. Itarô made his way to Gim in hot haste, and there found employment as a shop-boy; but soon tiring of that sort of life, and burning to become a soldier, he found means at last to enter the service of a certain Hatamoto called Sakurai Shôzayémon, and changed his name to Tsunéhei. Now, this Sakurai Shôzayémon had a son, called Shônosuké, a young man in his seventeenth year, who grew so fond of Tsunéhei that he took him with him wherever he went, and treated him in all ways as an equal.