Tsukasa Novels & Stories

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

"It's something else." "Well, as you can see, I am currently working. I would really appreciate it if you can return another time." That said, Isaac tore away from Satake's hold and began packing a tray of used mugs. "Do you know anything about nine-tailed foxes?" Isaac stopped midway into the kitchen, the cups in his hand hit the floor and shattered to a thousand pieces. He turned to face Satake and grabbed him by the hand. "Follow me," Isaac suggested tautly.

Zen made many batches of Rainbow Eggs. He gave two to Oritha and two to Sasha, who would deliver them to the two other party members. Akiko was busy stalling the basilisk, but she had terrible news to share. Tracer was now petrified, and while he was still ‘alive’ in the guild, the teen was now a rock. Just a little smash, and he would die.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

he sassed. This particular sentence infuriated Isabella more than anything because it was an indirect statement that she was his slave and had to do everything according to his command but obviously she didn't want to make him mad when she was going to talk to him about her freedom so instead she decided to keep quiet and stand beside him quietly. "You want to say something" he said munching on his casserole. Isabella look at him shocked how the hell he knew that she wanted to say something. "Yes" she stated.

Nikolas teased. I walked over to the huge double fridge that occupied a sizeable space in the giant kitchen and determinedly yanked open the door. There were several bags of fresh pasta, as well as cream, eggs, butter, and smoked salmon. A pot of fresh basil graced the windowsill by the sink, and I busied myself pruning at the aromatic leaves. By the time I had measured out the pasta, whisked some eggs, beaten cream in, and chopped up the salmon, Nikolas sauntered by to take a peek. "Mmm," He moaned as he inspected my handiwork. "Looking good." He wandered across to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet and extracted a bottle. "I think this should rinse it down nicely," He said.

In an instant, experts in Higurashi Shrine were all woken up by this voice. The older generation of expert swordsmen, who were sleeping in the shrine and secretly cultivating, all opened their eyes. Mr. Sasaki, who was sent flying, was stunned with his eyes widened. His name was Toro Sasaki. He was Aoda Sasaki’s grandson. Toro didn’t think the people who came would be brave enough to call his grandfather out like that. One ought to know that his grandfather was already Higurashi’s number one expert a few decades ago. Moreover, he was known as the first swordsman in Japan. Many people had died under Toro’s grandfather’s blade.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

He then looked at Tatsuya to gauge his expression, and was a little surprised to see the guy merely raising an eyebrow. “I see,” said Tatsuya with a sigh, finishing his orange with such speed that was enough to make Ren’s head spin. Just how fast can this guy eat? “I was right then. Those injuries of yours…then that reaction.” Tatsuya smiled as he looked at Ren, either not noticing or ignoring the fact that Ren had tensed up, ready to make a bolt for it. “Shibasaki-kun, you’re…a killer for some organisation, aren’t you?”