Toshiro Height Novels & Stories

Dimas sneered in anger, “Where did you see her being bullied?” With that, he suddenly stood up, and his towering height of 1.94 meters exuded an overwhelming pressure. At 1.8 meters tall, Jasper was just like a little brother in front of him. Jasper was so scared that he reached out to pull Rio to hide behind him. “I saw you kissing her on the mouth!” “Did you not see that the one being pressed down was me?” Dimas restrained his surging anger. Jasper had a strange thought in mind, and instead of nodding or shaking his head, he poked his head out and asked-

Nikka asked excitedly. “2cm. I'm 180 cm now. How about you Nikka?” Yui replied. “Oh, that's why you got taller. I'm 173 cm now, just added by merely one cm. How about you Nathan?” Nathan looked at them in pouting. “I'm 163 cm.” he said in low in spirit. Nikka suddenly laughed at him. Then make a fun of him, while circling him. “What a shrimp, a tiny shrimp. Hahaha!”

He just remained there motionless, like a statue, petrified. John Taylor thought that this comment was really fascinating. He held out his hands, pulled the other person over into his hands, and forced him to sit down on his lap. He did this by stretching his hands out in front of him. Sam Aden has a body that is proportionately slender to his height of 1.75 meters.

My fingers had barely combed my wet hair out of my eyes when I came face to face with Ajax. He was even more imposing in person than he had been in the vision Tadêfi had imparted to me. He was a few centimeters over two meters (6' 9") and one hundred and forty-five kilograms (320 lbs.) of solid muscle.

I let out in a panicked whisper, unable to find my voice as he easily spun me around to face him. I looked up at his tall stature, craning my neck to look into his eyes. I was no short woman, in fact that is what made me so famous: it was my height. I stood at 1.79 metres and towered over most of the people, but compared to Master Abigor, I seemed so short. I reached by his shoulder, in fact, I believe just below the height of his shoulders. It made him all the more threatening.

I look at him, carefully looking at his features. Now that I notice it, Akihiko has a fair complexion, a bit pale but not too much. He has an undercut and he has manly features, but not too manly and not feminine either, just the right touch. His skin looked like it was taken care of. He’s not muscular, but his physique is of a man. It was obvious. He’s not thin either, it was as if it was perfect. Mostly, Akihiko is tall. Tall enough to reach the top of the shelves. If I estimate it, maybe around a 6-foot one?

Though, whenever he had problems, he still rushed to his father and begged for solutions. Toshiro grew up to be very handsome. His hair was jet black, short and wavy, making him look serious and mature. He was dressed in a grey shirt and black long pants with rubber boots that almost reached his knees. There was a hard cap on his head, the same kind that all workers wear and it didn't reduce his handsomeness at all. In fact, it boosted it. His white skin was gleaming with sweat and he radiated a commanding aura. His straight workers all admired him and his gay workers wanted to be with him. Too bad he was already married.

Koishi mumbles biting inside of his cheeks. "You know it that too Koishi everything you make is just perfect" Takeshi smiles with the genital look over his face. In their early 20s, they have grown up from the day of their high school, Takeshi who has grown taller than before. On the other hand, Koshi, who was the same height as he was in high school, did not even reach Takeshi's shoulder. Koishi who was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans apron smushed with colours over it, messy black hair almost reaching under his ear with its tip coloured in golden with the sliver small earring over the left side of his ear.

He stood tall at approximately six feet and two inches as the tallest man in this hall due to his Canadian blood, surpassing the average height of his male students. He is wearing a navy blue shirt that matches his lovely tie. Overall, his appearance is pleasing to the eyes. And despite approaching fifty soon, his stature is not something you can make fun of unless you wish to get smacked by him. His robust body is tightly hugged by his shirt, begging to be shredded if even the slightest force is put on them. One look at him, and you can feel your resolve to disobey him crumble immediately.

In his right hand, he carried the scythe and gathered chain of his kurasi-gama and, out of sight, he readied the flint and steel in the palm of his left glove. His opponent came in through another hole in the barriers, which he himself sealed after him. Again, Temujin marveled at the warrior’s height and build. He also took a mental note of Aki’s accurate assessment of the guy’s height. The fighter was older than him but not that much, Temujin guessed, but he was definitely the tallest in his village. Add to that the fact that among all the clans the Salamanders tended to have the shortest height, and the match was starting to look like Toryu (the first Slayer) versus the Ri-Tatu dragon, ins