Romans & histoires Tokyo Ghoul Kakuja Kaneki

Takuto Kimura, 10 years and 2 months old, had now entered his seventh year since his reincarnation. The torrential rain relentlessly soaked Tokyo to its core in the dead of night, a cascade of water drenching the city’s neon-lit streets. Beneath the awning of a convenience store, a small figure huddled, drenched, inside a children’s raincoat. Takuto Kimura clutched in his hands the crisp banknotes he had just withdrawn from an ATM—his precious New Year’s money, carefully saved up over the past year. This modest sum would serve as his initial capital to purchase a second-hand computer, one that could connect to the internet and help him embark on the path to his ultimate goal.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Kuya Zak said, I nodded looking at Keng in response. "Nice meeting you Keng." I said and I breathed a sigh of relief now that I won't be slaughtered inside this room. "It's done. I'll hide first because I know if I'm really their target, I'll come out when they get together for a massacre." He said to me. "I'll be your side Mio if ever happened I'll come, justice will also be achieved, so target Hideo Yuma Kubo." He added I wondered why I would target that person? Is he the one who killed him or is he the killer of Kuya Zak?

“Thanks, Iniko. You should tell Kaylani to use that visualization in her shifting class.” The smile drops and he shrugs before turning away. He goes to the edge of the cliff he brought us to and sits at the edge. I go sit beside him, smiling when I realize that there is a lot of wind up here. I can understand why Iniko chose this spot. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask him. He scrubs his face and sighs. “You heard Kenna.” “Yeah, I got the part about being reincarnated, which, honestly, sounds really cool.”

“Yes, now we come to the main point. The one that ruined your life… the ‘Akaname’ (Filth licker) is the one we’ve been chasing around for a few years prior to your incident. At some point we gave up on it and decided to hunt something else but nothing ever showed up so we had to stick to it. After some research we finally found some leads on it. And because of that we did get the leads to the other ‘Yokai’ who were lurking in the darkness as well. I think there were at least 15 back then when we found a lead on the Akaname.” “Wait. Are you sure it was the Akaname?” “What do you mean? It hung from the ceiling, right?” “Yes but it used me like a doll.” “A doll? Then maybe it wasn’t an Akaname.

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.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

The van stopped at a small hotel. The driver turned around, and Kai saw her clearly for the first time. Young, pretty, with golden eyes like a fox. "You're not human," Derek said, reaching for his knife. "How rude." She smiled. When she did, Kai saw her shadow on the wall. It had nine tails. "I'm Yuki. I'm a kitsune. A fox spirit. And I'm your help in Tokyo." "Jess didn't say her friend was a fox," Jeremy said.

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."