Tokyo Revengers Flag Novels & Stories

He would raise the stick to the level of his neighbors’ windows and knock on them with the iron hook, producing an ear-piercing noise that no one could possibly sleep through. Ishida hastily brushed his teeth and grabbed his stick. Before he left, he paused and looked fondly at his banner. It was genuinely his own, for it had taken an entire week to design. This banner was a yellow flag with a red hammer on a green mountain with a snow-capped top and a blue river circling its foot. Ishida picked up his banner and his “wake-up stick” and rushed outside. The morning air on the summit of the mountain was not refreshing even though the factories were still asleep.

Like blades that formed physical strength, they intertwined into walls of humans! Meanwhile, within the crowds of fighters on each street, poles with huge red and black flags fluttered in the wind! The supreme banner of the Dragon Warriors! This was a symbol of invincibility! It was the flag that all enemy nations feared! At this moment, the entire city fell silent! The citizens who did not know what was happening hid in nearby buildings and looked at this scene in shock! All the streets were under martial law! Even the skies above were filled with hovering fighting planes!

Mia stammered. Instead of an answer, a sudden crash of thunder split the sky. Lightning flashed, and for a brief second she caught a clear glimpse of him. He was wearing something over his face, like the protective masks welders used to shield themselves from flying sparks. His entire outfit was black, and in his hands he carried a massive weapon… the kind you only ever saw in movies. He definitely wasn’t Axel. "Come with me," the mechanical voice said, "if you don’t want things to end badly."

“I’m always mad you don’t let me stab someone.” We shared a look. One of those quiet, bitter, stupidly warm ones that said: We made it through another day. --- That night, I climbed to the watchtower myself. The wind up there was vicious, tearing at my cloak, screaming like the ghosts we hadn’t buried yet. I pulled the old Bloodroot flag from my pack. Unfurled it. Held it high. Red. Gold. Black. The sigil burned into the fabric like it never stopped waiting.

It sheltered the upper ranks of dragon hunters in the positions of administering the whole fortress. At the top of the three-story building hung two different banners; dark and thick and wet from the rain. One was the banner of Shavath and the other one of the Dravalon Empire. The country’s flag depicted a symbol of a golden sunburst in honor of their Summer Deity and Sun God, Phlareus—the demigod bird with skin and feathers of blazing fire.

“The explosion was precise, sophisticated calculated, and clean.” He paused, before continuing seeing everybody was paying attention. “An emblem we found near the blast site left no doubt, who the perpetrator was.” With one hand, Jax reached into a small case and pulled out the blackened remains of a torn silk flag. He spread it on the table. A crest was drawn on its center, silver and faded, but unmistakable. A raven. Wings spread wide. Claws hooked. The gasps came almost simultaneously, everyone in the room were old cargos who dont need need to be told twice what the crest drawn in the flage means, or the story behind it.

Her slender body trembles with her thin summer dress that clung to her delicate curve . "Please don't. Do...don't co...me near me " she wishperd her voice cracking with a fear and a hint of defiance that only fuled his rage . He didn't respond with the urge of Revange boiled in his head , drowning out everything else. His large hand shot out, grabbing the hem of her dress in vise grip . With a savage yank, he tore it apart . The fabric is ripping like paper under his strength. "No ple... please help , someone help me please, " she scarmed.

The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience. I sighed in relief as I stood before the flag, admiring its beauty. I took a glance on all sides from where I stood and found no one to be present. Now, all I had to do was wait for Deimon to return.In the midst of the cold darkness of the save, I couldn't help but hope internally for his swift return. I reached for the wooden stick of the flag, but suddenly, a strong hand tightly grasped my wrist, making me jump in my spot.

Jai asked Gilbert, to which the man nodded. "Yes. The Adventurer Guild does have branches of their own, of course, but to cover wider area, we collaborate with them just like in other kingdoms in the continent. That's why there are three flags above our front door," Gilbert pointed to the flags above the door, which was the same as the ones outside. Jai turned around and looked at the door, where there were three flags of different colors hanging above it. "The bright red flag is the Adventurer Guild's flag, while the green one is the Windlet Service's flag. Then the last one, the darker red, is Shouha's flag," Gilbert answered.

Everyone there shuddered upon hearing the roars and looked over toward the voices’ direction! They suddenly could not breathe as what they saw baffled them! There were thousands of people in black Chinese jackets coming over with sabers at hand. They were the Elysium Gate disciples! The leader of the disciples was carrying a two-hundred-meter-long flag which embroidered nine golden dragons and words written in blood-red! ‘We punish evil and uphold the good to bring justice for mankind!’ The blowing wind caused the flag to wave proudly in the air! Everyone recognized the flag! It was the Elysium Gate’s Nine Dragons Justice Flag!