Slam Dunk Ryota Novelas e Histórias

He reached down, closed a fist around each of his two shivering men's jacket collars, and dragged them up onto their feet. He didn't run. He walked them backward toward the gravel lane, keeping his eyes glued to Hiro's fat neck. At the edge of the dock, where the sleet whipped off the metal roof, Ryota stopped. He didn't yell. He dropped his voice so low it barely carried over the drumming rain, cold and deadly. "Spend every dollar, Hiro," Ryota said. "Buy yourself a nice casket. Real oak, if you can afford it. Because when I come back for you, I'm not bringing a calculator. I'm bringing a body bag."

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?”

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

They thought they were dealing with a weakling; now they would know who I am. "Bamali, what is the meaning of this?" Sarki asked. I could see the fear registered on his face. "I have given you respect, your majesty; now you will give me mine." I requested. "Although I cannot harm you, every other person here is under my mercy. You will do as I say, or I will strike everyone in here and continue to do so till there is no more Rayuwa." I declared as I began to levitate from the ground.

Even with Harvey York’s show of strength, Ryohei felt confident enough to defeat anyone as long as Julian York was not around. “Is that so? Harvey smiled. “Who’s Shuji Kubota to you?” “He’s my brother! We are the most outstanding disciples of the Abito Way! We…” he pridefully replied. “You’re even more useless than him.” Harvey stomped on the ground, immediately cutting off Ryohei’s reply. Crack! A tile flew out in a flash. Ryohei’s expression changed. He instinctively tried to unsheathe his longsword. But the moment he did, his pupils expanded when he stood frozen in place.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

“It’s a lesson for another time.” Ruta pulled his lips into a flatline and sighed. “Alright.” The boy looked a tad-bit disappointed. The back door then opened and walked out Yuta. The reddish boy approached them with a dragonfly on his shoulder. “Hello, people.” “Hello, big brother. Hello, Sakura-chan!” Ruta greeted back. “Hello, Yuta-san, Sakura-san.” Jai greeted also. The red dragonfly fluttered her wings, making red sparkles fell from her wings that faintly disappeared. Yuta frowned at them. “Ruta. Why is Jai-san massaging your feet?”

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.