Shinobi Life の小説・ストーリー

Shi Shi looked at the white powder in her master's hand and the cold glint in her eyes , making her curious . " This ?" looking pointedly at the wrapper , Shen Xinyi spoke airily " This - this is nothing just an aborticide " " What ?" " What ?" HengHeng and Shishi looked at Shen Xinyi as if she has just popped another head . Who will dare to harm the eldest grandchild of the Shen Family? Who has eaten the gall of a leopard? They raised their head and met Shen Xinyi 's jet-black pupils that seemed to be a bottomless sea of serenity.Inexplicably, they shivered , and then Heng Heng straightened out and asked her mistress

Simultaneously, Mizu and her opponent walks in the center of the stage with a distance of 2 meters away from each other and are in high guard, soon the host announced, " Between player 11659 and player 11996, the game of life and death now begins!" Just the second after the host declared, the girl immediately vanished and like a gust of wind that passed Mizu, she didn't notice her coming, just when she felt a blade grazes her face and followed by a sting. Blood instantly flew on the new wound. Mizu wipes it and turned back, facing her opponent who was already linking the blade with her own blood. Mizu caught off guard from her inhuman speed.

Hayate stopped his friend from jumping at the two behind him. Karu pointed the knife—no, a dagger at Jai and Claude. “H-How did they get pass the shinobi?” He asked nervously. Claude leaned closer to Jai and whispered. “Shinobi is ninja too, same meaning.” Jai nodded in understanding. He actually already knew about it, but he appreciated the effort. “You must be Karu.” Jai said. The dagger was pointed at Jai. “H-How do you know my name?”

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

The atmosphere is so intimate. At the table of the ninja clan, Jin only knew a few. Their actions and speech are quite normal, far from the image of a ninja on a mission which is like shadows disappearing in the dark but will throw you a shuriken. They are now laughing heartily, eating and drinking without any sense of burden at all.

By the second window, were two chairs and a round table. Shinja was rummaging the dressing table on the right side of the bed. There was within it combs, glowing hair strands and a few little creatures that had taken refuge in the confined space. It hadn't been that long since she came to this place, she thought to herself but the creatures had been quick to make the place their own.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.