Shirou Archer の小説・ストーリー

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

He shakes his head, doing a little evil laugh before jumping completely out from behind the door and proudly, he holds a long feather in his small hands. “What are you doing with that feather?” I laugh, tilting my head to the side, peering at him curiously. Archer smirks at me, like an evil villan before he closes his eyes and nods his head, as if he were jamming to an unknown beat in his head and then, so sudden, his green eyes snap open and he smirks wider and I give him a funny look. What is he— Oh! OH! I pale in realization.

Come to think of it, I don’t think that I have ever seen what kind of talent he has. I decided to wait and see what he was about to do. He is a hunter and a captain. Surely he can handle the hellhound. Archer begins to raise his right fist, which is glowing yellow and blue. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and assumed that his talent was something related to electricity or thunder. But then suddenly, a strange energy encapsulated his fist and made it gigantic. He gives the hellhound a massive uppercut, sending it flying and knocking it back. I snapped out of my trance and shot the last bullet at the hellhound as it was flung back. The last hellhound finally goes inside the shadow

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

he said casually. I pulled her by the arm. "Why? What for? Why do we seem to bother them so much?" He faced me. "You are the grandson and an heir of La Arma Countryspy, where you are, we should be there." "I do not understand." I want to ask him so many questions but I don't know where to start or how to ask. He messed up my hair. "Let it go. Trust us." Ali took it by the hand.

(ꐦ▔皿▔)ノ ︵ ┻━┻ “…Ok, so I might have played a lot of shooters with one of those old-school VR helmets and VR controllers… but I have no recollection of it whatsoever! Thus, you cannot deny that this bro is talented!” “Fucking moron! Aris isn’t good at shooting!! Aris never held a gun in his entire life!!” ╰（‵□′）╯ “Oh.” “What do you mean ‘oh’?!” щ（ﾟДﾟщ） “What else do you want me to say? I didn’t inherit this skill from Aris, it’s all this bro’s stunning genius.” “You retard! Won’t it be suspicious if a kid from a peace-loving family, who is a fucking Soother to boot, could shoot like a pro?!” (°ㅂ°╬)

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

“Archers—light the oil. Spearmen, form ranks on my command.” The soldiers obeyed without hesitation, though Eolan caught the quick, uncertain glances they cast at him. Shadow magic wasn’t something they welcomed, but they couldn’t deny its usefulness now. The next wave of flaming arrows streaked down from the battlements, hissing into the snow before exploding in bright orange against the siege tower’s hides. The flames caught fast, climbing the wood like hungry hands. But the tower kept moving. “They’ve reinforced it,” Arwyn muttered grimly. “That fire won’t take it down before it reaches the wall.”