Slam Dunk Ryota Miyagi Novels & Stories

She got her egg back, that was the point of all of this. Yet, here I am, walking to her nest with several dragons and a rider. “What’s your name?” I ask the rider. “What’s yours?” he asks defensively. “Skylar,” I say, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous. “I’m Ryuki.” “Hi, Ryuki. Your dragon is pretty sarcastic.” I watch him grin, then look up at his dragon. The grin widens. I don’t have to hear the dragon to know he’s disagreeing with my assessment of him.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

The young man turned to a middle-aged man and a young girl in the lounge then said, “Mr. Kazuki and Miss Ito, this man would like to see the two of you.” With cold dashing eyebrows, Yamamoto Kazuki queried, “Who are you? Do we know each other?” Hanson giggled and answered respectfully, “Mr. Kazuki, I’m Hanson. Ten years ago, I represented Oskia in a Sanda competition but you defeated me. Don’t you remember?” Yamamoto Kazuki said arrogantly, “There were so many people who lost against me, I can’t even count them all. How could I possibly remember each one of them?”

she sarcastically said. Drake’s jaw clenched. He tightened his grip on Emily’s arms. ‘Let him be, Emily. He’s affected,’ Leia thought through her mind. “I didn’t know you’re that affected without my presence—” He cut her off by slapping her face hard. “I’m done with your shits, Emily!” Drake shouted nonchalantly. His booming voice echoed in the special room. “What? If you’re done with my bullshits, well, Drake. . . I’m done with yours too!” she growled. “Slap me? Go ahead. I don’t fucking care at all!”

The blind master happily met his ardent new disciples with a Buddhist greeting: a kata gassho (single open palm) in front of his chest and a slight bow. “Very well,” Koumori-shishou said. “Sasha, we need to get to that section of the beach fast. Can I rely on you?” “I thought you’d never ask, shishou!” Sasha made the hand seal of Rin the Diamond Thunderbolt to summon the Umikumajutsu (Sea Bear) so the Great White Bear would lend him its boundless strength and swimming prowess. But Koumori-shishou interrupted him with a gentle ah ah ah.

grumbled Ryugu as he slammed his fist on the table, knowing that his carelessness had resulted in Gerald escaping his grasp again… “What on earth is even happening anymore… Why do they even have connections with the Yamashitas? And who exactly is this old man you keep talking about?” muttered the confused Suijin. “Well, we don’t know much about him, though he does appear to be a Yamashita in his eighties… Regardless, as far as I know, he had apparently been watching me and Gerald fight for quite a while. Had he not disarmed me with his shuriken back then, I could’ve surely ended Gerald right there and then…!” growled Ryugu, angry with himself that he hadn’t attacked Gerald again immediately

“SO I’M GONNA COME AT YOU WTH EVERYTHING I’VE GOT. DON’T TELL ME I WON’T LAND A PUNCH, JIJI-SENSEI!” Sensei removed the used-up cigarette butt from his mouth in order to replace it with a new one. He flashed a toothy smirk as he lit the fresh replacement. “Whenever you’re ready, Tamashi.” Tamashi bent his knees and slightly lowered himself. “YOU ASKED FOR IT!” Using the power of his feet, Tamashi launched himself towards Sensei, rearing back his right fist. As Tamashi floated through the air as if in a slow-motion shot, He maintained eye contact with Sensei. Intensity swirled in the air as Sensei matched Tamashi’s determined stare with a look of confidence and strength.

- Miyuki replied and smiled as well, before giving her friend a little hug, then they both went back to work. ~~~~~~~~~ This time Yumiko went out to collect orders, and Miyuki stayed at the bar, taking care of its eastern wing intended for fans of more traditional drinks, because the western one, the kingdom of unconventional connections, was handled by the main bartender, Ryosuke Sakai, called by everyone The Wonderful Ryo, because he was very talented at bartending tricks and knew many different drinks. He was of medium height, well built, with pale skin, brown eyes, and hair always dyed in some strange color, from red to orange and green to blue, one time he even had silver hair or white

Ryōta had decided to show up and was currently being held back by Hibiki. “I don’t want them on my property!” Ryōta shouted, pointing at Forrest, who was standing protectively in front of Riko. His gaze swung to Darius and me, and he shoved around Hibiki to rush us. “YOU!” he shouted—a terrible move. Darius and I were both ready, but we didn’t have to react. Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.

The Sunland spectators, who were initially disappointed by Kiran's protective light, regained their confidence seeing Kanpei's Sky Slash attack. “Kanpei Ichiro will win!” “Kanpei Ichiro will kill Kiran!” "Kanpei Ichiro is Sunland's top fighter." The enthusiastic Sunland people, led by Konta Yasuda, shouted in admiration. Bang! Bang! Bang! The force of the Sky Slash struck Kiran, but the energy collided with the light around him, causing no harm. Instead, the light around Kiran seemed to counterattack, nullifying the power of the Sky Slash. Kanpei felt an inexplicable anger and frustration, having hoped to regain his confidence with this fierce attack but finding it useless.