Shouko Komi Novels & Stories

He had rumors going on about him that the only times Waramaki ever won against him were when he wasn't serious but one true fact was that Waramaki was the only one to ever win against him in the tournament. The second person... was Natsumi Fubuki. SHIN SEKAI SECRET: There not many people that can break through Kojiro's barrier. It can withstand high levels of pressure without even cracking.

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.

Don't get mad at me just because you don't know how to manage your own schedule. Even though she's my senior she's pretty bad at managing her own time. Everything she does depends on her emotions. She's like a tempest this girl. That was my first impression of her and it was the only thing that remained consistent. But I'm not mad. Not many bastards are able to say they banged their girl crush. Koizumi Noriko. Widely known to the masses as the singer MIKO. A child actress that eventually went on to become a part of a girl group before eventually becoming a solo act. Music aside, I've always been more interested in her more so as a woman than a fan.

Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human Age: 16 Birthday: 12th December Class: First Year Special Class Rank: 1st Marriage status: Single Hobby: Unknown Favourite things: Unknown Battle history: 103 wins. Remains undefeated. Personal description: The best student of the Imperial Knights Academy. Extremely gifted and beautiful. A perfectionist and a super genius. Limitless talents. Fan-club members: 2207 members. Reviews: #1 – Kuroyuki is the best…!

“I am not a thing, you damn woman!” Riko turns away from him. Her gaze falls on Saeko— her eyes widen in surprise, and something else. “And you are…?”. She asks softly. Saeko’s wariness doesn’t fade. “Akashi Saeko, Miss. I’m a supervisor for one of the branches in Kyoto”. She responds politely. “A supervisor?”. She scrutinizes Saeko carefully— an omega in such a high place of power is a rare thing. “That’s amazing”. She smiles gently as she praises her.

Yesha: *coughs* Good work Aika. Aika: Thank you Commodore... Yesha: How is everything here, Field Executive Mikami? Field Executive Aika Mikami is a 24 year old lady with pearl white skin and a gracious figure. She has distinct Asian facial features. She supports Commodore Romanov in the Directive Dimensional Administration (the support arm of the military fleet) since childhood. She is more commonly known as the Maiden of the Grey who moves the battle group fluidly in Yesha's Absence and commands respect even from the combatants.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

Summitomo is a financial giant that manages retail and investments, whereas Sonny is well-known for technology and gaming. Akiko didn’t even want to imagine the combined value of those two companies. They were clearly above Shingi Fusaya, which Akiko had already considered quite impressive. “That’s why we can’t be late,” Kyoko added, reinforcing the point for Akiko, who had been dragging her feet earlier. Akiko wanted to argue that they still had plenty of time, but Mori cut her off with a wave of his hand, signaling Akiko and Kyoko to step aside from the path and line up along the edge of the road.

His mother and Kyomi’s mother had been close friends since university, and when the invitation for tea came, he had accepted with feigned indifference. The door slid open. “Fugishigoro-kun! You’re here!” Kyomi’s bright voice hit him like warm sake. She stood there in a soft, oversized cream sweater that slipped off one smooth shoulder and tiny cotton shorts that revealed the toned expanse of her thighs. Her long chestnut hair cascaded loosely down her back, and her large hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. At twenty-three, Kyomi was petite yet curvaceous, with full breasts that strained gently against her sweater and a smile that could disarm gods.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”