Sukuna Heian Era Novels & Stories

Aiden said. “Mm-hmm.” Uncle Jin nodded. “It belonged to our family, the Onos. It dates back to the Heian era, the exact year is around 1058 AD. Ono Haruka, the person in the mural, is the family’s first Shrine Maiden.” Aiden turned to look at Uncle Jin. “The Shrine Maiden is real?”

Shaan sat with Verna who seemed to have regained enough strength to sit up while Wen and Eldion sat across from them. Eldion stared at the shifting shadows made by the dancing flames on the wall carvings, then asked Shaan and Verna, "How long have you been staying here?" "Truth to tell, I have lost count of the days. All I cared about was to spend every moment of it with my love," said Shaan as he looked away from the fire to gaze tenderly at Verna. "Maybe a century," suggested Wen. “All the stories told of the Emperor Sukram and he lived around a century ago.”

Aside from being physically adept, heirs must be knowledgeable. "This year, the questions are about Japan's history. I know you won't disappoint me." My father said. My eyes widened and I flashed a big smile. There's nothing I love more than history. I'm especially attracted to the Sengoku period where the famous Oda Nobunaga attempted to unify Japan under his rule. My father had given me a map of Japan during the Sengoku period for my birthday last year. It was framed and was hanged just above my desk.

Liu Haoran sneered and said, "Is that true?" "Isn't it? Since you are studying abroad, you should know that in the last year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the sushi has been passed down in our country, and it will be passed into the sushi in the D700 of Nara!" Yang Xiao looked at Liu Haoran. Liu Haoran's face seemed to be full of gloom. He only felt that his sense of superiority in front of Yang Xiao was gone in an instant. He said unwillingly, "I don't believe your lies. Just make up stories!"

"In situations where, to win wars, they were accustomed to committing some shameless illicit acts without shame, things that feudal lords allowed, such as the sale of period weapons, prohibited trade in goods and services, the sale of forbidden fireworks, illegal substances, and a bunch of things that allowed them to gain a vast foothold in the black market. "Basically, it all dates back to the seventeenth century during what was known as the Edo period; here, these men, who were integrated by my ancestors and their allies, were known as the ancient samurai. However, with the arrival of the modern era, changes in habits, technology, and the unification of the country under a central governme

To say that she was confused would be an exaggeration. “What is this place?” Amaka’s voice echoed. The crunch under their feet made Ejima tighten her fist on the sling dangling on her waist. There were dried bones everywhere, skulls of men and beasts and certainly children. She was right, this was a cave, not of stones but of bones and grasses. Skulls lined the walls, adding more horror to each stride they took. “Iworo.” Uche said and when Ejima thought he was not going to continue, he added, “Once known as Death’s eponym. It was first built by Gruchi, an old wizard who served the kingdom, not for money or power, but blood.”