Spirited Away Haku X Chihiro นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When he regained his consciousness, Hippos Xi felt all the blood in his body freeze. Just like that, the family was abandoned by the Crape Myrtle Sect. Now, he could only rely on his own strength. Unfortunately, it was too late to think about this at this time. Caspian arrived in front of Hippos Xi almost instantly. Spiritual sense attack! Hippos Xi was in so much pain that he could see stars in his eyes. His mind was in a trance. Caspian rushed forward and swept the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword in his hand. More than a dozen people rushed up to the sky.

“What are you going to show us? Snowflake rain? Or what?” Haku didn’t really like Jiro since he’s a bully. He would be good in front of the adults, and then be a prick behind them to others. He didn’t know why some of the classmates like Jiro more than him, but he didn’t really care by that point because he didn’t think it was important. “No. Something else… A typhoon, but with ice,” Haku said. Jiro looked at him with disgusted look. “Ew. Typhoon is Akio’s specialty. You’re going to steal it and add ice?”

She responded and energy was emitted from the cave as the invisible shield went up. Going airborne, I levitated in the sky in front of the magical barrier. Chippy jumped from my shoulder and as he fell his small body expanded into supersize like King Kong. Then he shimmered into a translucent brown spiritual silhouette of himself. Merging with him, I embedded myself into the center of his spirit and together we confronted the approaching choppers. We moved as one entity. A hand clap sent a derecho that caused the choppers to swivel, unable to proceed. Our windy clapping continued until we had the helicopters swirling near to the open terrain.

Until… “Those guys… I’m going to get back at them someday.” Says Akihiko while laying down and facing the ceiling. Suddenly a small white object flies in front of him and sits on his face. “Hahah… I’m fine. It’s okay, Pei.” He says after getting the white object off his face. The white object was a mini-spirit. It was incapable of harming anyone and was not strong enough to touch anyone other than those who could see it and most of all it was one of his only friends.

It had been a few hours since Mane’s decision to take the Wraith in. Within that time, Mane had successfully received her Spirit Mark, under Crystal’s watchful gaze of course, and Hildegarde had returned. It was upon receiving her Spirit Mark that Mane learned of her name. She was called Pale Ghost by the people of her race. But Mane thought it unfair to call her so and renamed her. Now she was Aurora, having been given a new life – a second chance. As for Hildegarde, she caught up on what she missed upon her welcome. The little fairy’s expression was comedic to look at, for when she learned of the recent developments – Crystal’s true identity and Aurora’s submission – she was just as surpri

"Don't talk nonsense. Let's get out of here first." Before the four left the Elf race, Chu Xun had set up a defensive formation outside the foggy area. "Chu Xun, please tell me who she is?" Su Wei'er asked. "Her..." Chu Xun looked at the Spirit chasing after butterflies. Everything in the outside world was new to her. "Her name is Mengdie, and she is my friend." Hearing Chu Xun's words, the Spirit chasing the butterfly ran over and looked at Chu Xun with her head tilted. She smiled sweetly and said, "Mengdie? Is this the name you gave me?"

Tsarayu departed from the tribe with his companions after bidding farewell to Tensha and Xu. Tsarayu was sitting behind Xia, holding his arms around he is slim belly tightly, while the leader of the guards had Terra sitting behind him. They traveled only for a little while until Tsarayu realized that although these horses looked different than a normal horse, disregarding the looks, they were pretty similar. Tsarayu could feel that he could probably ride one if he attempted.

Sakura held her breath as the wheels slowly lifted off the ground, then tucking into the belly of the plane. She stand there, waving, until the aircraft disappeared behind the clouds. She didn’t cry. She simply looked at the sky for a long while, before finally putting in her earphones. Ride on Time by Tatsuro Yamashita played softly—its gentle rhythm guiding her slow steps toward the Keikyu Line station. That day, two souls from different worlds parted once again by distance. No promise was made for when they’d meet again. But once—They had found each other.

The fire blazed higher, sparks flying like stars into the night. Xander knelt beside his daughter, pulling her close. “She would be proud of you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “She is proud of you.” And then, as the flames roared at their peak, something shifted. A breeze swept through the clearing—gentle but alive. The ashes lifted, swirling high, glowing faintly as they rose. In their drift, shapes began to form—at first vague, then sharper, until every eye widened in wonder. The spirits of the fallen stood among them. Marked warriors. Ancestors. Lunas and Alphas long passed into legend. And at their heart was Aria.

53: Hiro - Not Again Hiro The air is thicker, hotter…. The openness and ease Ayame had when I was walking in is fading fast, and I know the look when she’s trying to make an escape. They’ve been dancing for at least two arcs, and while he’s new to Aya’s circle, the bartender is at the very least observant.