Steven Universe My Hero Academia Mga Nobela at Kwento

I looked at Steve’s face—before looking back at her. “Sweetheart, do you want to know a secret? Do you know who he really is?” I whispered loudly into Luna’s ear, making sure Steve could hear every word. “He’s actually Hulk.” Luna’s face lit up, and she burst out laughing. She pointed her tiny finger at his thick arms and the way his muscles stretched out that grey tee. “Yes! He has muscles like him!” she giggled, her voice ringing across the balcony. “Uncle Hulk! Uncle Hulk!”

“Hmm… let me guess. You were a wolf chasing after rabbits?” Steven burst out laughing. “No! Way cooler than that. I was a superhero, and I had laser eyes.” “Laser eyes?” I repeated, amused. “That sounds dangerous.” “It wasn’t!” Steven said quickly, waving his little hands. “I was saving the whole city. Bad guys tried to take over, but then—” He puffed his chest out and made a dramatic pew pew sound. “I zapped them all!” Zed held his chest and leaned back like he’d been hit. “Aaah, not the laser eyes! You got me!”

If the person standing in front of her were Luke, she would not have been worried at all, but he was not Luke. Steven was gentle and would not even hurt a fly. "Don't worry." Steven narrowed his eyes and shot the crowd a disdainful glance. Then, he took off his jacket, handed it to Gwen, and pulled his sleeves up. "If you intend to lay a finger on her, you'll have to go through me first." With that, he lunged towards the crowd. The color drained from Gwen's face as she bit her lip. "Gwen," all of a sudden, Luna's voice rang out next to her. "Why is Steven so…gifted at fighting? It kind of reminds me of Luke."

[NAME : STEVEN LEWIS CLASS : WARRIOR SPECIFICATION : SHAPESHIFTER (DRAGON) TIER 4 : 6 250 / 8 000 LOW CORE ENERGY : 5 marks + 1 high mark STRENGTH : 56 AGILITY : 52 STAMINA : 50 PERCEPTION : 35] Steven could hardly believe his eyes, he didn't check his progress every day but this weekend he was still only at 2 750 / 8 000.

"What do you mean?" Steven smiled mockingly, "Come on, you know what I mean." "I don't like complexes. Tell me exactly what you mean!" Andrew retorted. Steven's smile faded, "I serve a Royal War General Ans De Lou. As for you, you serve a man who is only a War Advisor. Huh, your position is declining?" A mocking laugh rolled out of Steven's mouth. Andrew Reece only stared coldly, but still waited for his classmate's laughter to subside.