Novel & Cerita Takumi Hijirihara

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

The locker room was buzzing with anticipation. Hatake Rin, was talkingto his team mates, listening to the excited chatter around him. His teammates were hyped, more than usual, and it wasn’t just because of practice. The real buzz was about a party. But not just any party. Takuri Komori, the enigmatic third-year senior who founded the Shirakiba Wolves basketball team, was finally back in Japan.

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.

Confidential Operations HQ. Kimura had summoned three of the school’s most athletic forces to the meeting. Sato Rishi: Captain of the baseball team, grip strength 2.4x national average. Takahashi: Track ace, can finish a 100m dash before you finish blinking. Tanaka: Judo prodigy, rumored to have once thrown a teacher (accidentally). Kimura flipped open his tablet with flair, revealing graphs, charts, and a Venn diagram shaped like a fist. "Gentlemen, I require technical assistance for the upcoming physical exam."

Straightening his collar, he swaggered his way toward Reiko and said with a smile, “Hello, Ms. Hara. I am Draig Tenby. “I understand your intention, but you don’t have to apologize. “Jiro and I got into a little spat at Bronze Sparrow. He simply lost to me in a fight, so I wouldn’t say that it was more than a slight physical altercation.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.