Takehiko Inoue Slam Dunk 소설 & 이야기

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

She said while staring at her bandaged hand. “Sorry, but yeah” he sheepishly apologized. “It is hard to work out my strength. It gradually grew as I got older,” he said. Kazuha then heard something and went to the fence to check on the commotion. The other guys check on it too. “Hyakuya Kurai! Come out! I am Karasuma Takashi. The Captain of the Kendo club and the champion ‘Thunder’ among my high school peers in the prefecture. I have heard of your strength and the deeds which you have committed. I challenge you!”

"Look out, Yukime!" Yagyuu Shinji's pupils shrank, but he didn't dare to help because Hanaki Inuichiro was staring at him wickedly. Hanaki Naoki's mouth tinged with satisfaction. In his opinion, this blow contained the essence of the One Blow of Knife, and as a woman, Yagyuu Yukime had no choice but to dodge. He had even begun to prepare the next move. "You're courting death!"

Another possession, step back corner shot, swish. Coach Sei barked a timeout. “Don’t give him any room!” First quarter: 19–14, Kujin Tai’s lead. **** Second quarter. Shirakiba fought back. Taiga delivered a fast-break dunk that shook the rim, and the stadium roared in response, taiga completely silent, completely focused, began tearing through the opposing point guard with lethal precision. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t make eye contact. Every movement was sharp, cold.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

Someone watching whispered, “Is he swimming... or pitching an IPO to Morgan Stanley?” And yet, against all odds, he kept going. Not well, not prettily, but forward. Stroke by ugly, determined stroke, Takuto reached the 25-meter line and smacked it like he was signing a merger deal. The room exploded. Applause echoed against the tiled walls, half-amused, half-astonished. Even Tanaka-sensei was blinking like he wasn’t sure what he’d just witnessed. “Form: 0. Creativity: 100,” the coach mumbled, jotting notes on his clipboard. Then, louder: “Kimura-kun, your dive looked like a sack of bricks falling off a truck. But...”