Tmnt Sais Novels & Stories

“When she woke up, she went completely berserk, saying you guys were responsible and came straight here.” Tomoya blinked, taking in the information before looking away, his mind racing. When he looked back at Sai, his expression remained innocent, though a little incredulous. “We don’t have superpowers, officer,” he said, feigning ignorance. Sai chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with reluctant understanding. “Yeah, well, after our encounter with the Takahashi manor, I’m starting to believe her. You can’t blame me for that, right?” Tomoya raised an eyebrow but smiled, shaking his head. “I won’t, and I can’t, but I can assure you, we didn’t cause any of this… somehow.”

From his vantage point aboard the Dragon One, Mies Sai observed the scene below with quiet satisfaction. “They’re already crumbling, T.A.S.,” he remarked, his voice calm yet commanding. T.A.S., his ever-loyal AI companion, responded, “Indeed, Your Excellency. Their psychological state is rapidly deteriorating. No action is required on our part to instill fear. The mere sight of our forces is sufficient.” Mies Sai leaned back in his seat, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Good. Let them tremble. Let them see the weight of their decisions.”

In less than twenty seconds, all his subordinates were lying down after being beaten up. Aries walked to Sabertooth Tiger and stared at him coldly. It made ​​Sabertooth Tiger so frightened that his body trembled. “You… You better not be reckless.” Sabertooth Tiger still wanted to scare Aries. “I think you still don’t realize who I am, right? I’m Sabertooth Tiger! I’m working for the Gomez family. Dominic Gomez, the Gomez family’s young master, is my buddy!”

Bruno said. Wolf leaned past a rack of fins, sniffed. “Your O-rings smell like despair.” “Those O-rings pay for the boat,” Fish said. “And the boat pays for my sanity.” He jerked his chin at the shop. “Walk.” They cut through aisles of gear: a rainbow of masks, regs hanging like chrome fruit, weight belts coiled like snakes. An enormous map of the coast took up one wall, peppered with pins—TURTLE CLEANING STATION, MANTA HIGHWAY, DANGER: DOWNCURRENT. Photos framed in driftwood showed grinning students, awkward OK-signs, a wedding proposal underwater that looked like suffocation with better lighting.

He could not help but ask, "What's going on? Do you have issues with that suggestion?" The Giant Turtle opened its mouth and was about to answer when the Terror Hound interrupted it. "Old Turtle!" The Terror Hound sneered and mocked, "With such an indecisive nature, yet you want to get the heavenly spiritual aura? I know what you're worried about. You're just worried that I'll attack you while you're showcasing your ultimate technique, right?