Tsurune Characters Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a blue snake comes out from Franz’s sword pommel and wraps around Irz’s body. “What?!” Barz and Darz exclaimed. “Shit! I forgot that he is able to summon his Ribo.” Irz sighed. “Monkey, the symbol of naughtiness. An incarnation of a moron who is harmed by his own stupid deeds.” Franz said. ”Sunekuo, Vish!” He exclaimed. “As you wish,” Sunekuo said. Sunekuo strengthens its construction and emits blue fluid from its skin disintegrating Irz’s body until his body vanishes.

But Kuro hugs her tightly instead, "If I am selfish and greedy, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay, but you have a better life with them, and a bright future. Nevertheless, those kids agree with me too." Suddenly, an identical twin, male and female named Yuuto and Yuira 9 years old kids, appeared. Kuro offered his hand to Mizu to stand up. The twin then put her a necklace and bracelets made with full of flowers on it. "We love you Mizu" and hug her tightly. Then Akito with the same age as the twin, the most intelligent among the kids in terms of strategy and planning when hunting or stealing, put her a crown of flowers. "The most beautiful and strong woman I know."

The Kitsune's face grew somber. “ Yes. I heard what happened. You have my condolences. I can’t imagine losing my entire village. What are you called?” “ Digama Kronos,” he responded crisply, introducing his rank then name, the custom when first meeting someone from another village. What about you?” “Beta Arai. And my friend here, who hasn’t seemed to find her tongue, is known as Beta Thora.” The taller woman was glaring at Kronos. The energy emitting from her made the hair on the back of Kronos’ neck stand up. But there was something else, something his nose told him, aside from the scent of ice and pine the giants carried.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

Says General Tenshi fraternal twin brother to Tirchi. Literally yin and yang by their appearance. Tirchi has cropped short jet-black hair and a dusky brown muscular toned body, with a nasty eye scar, no doubt from after many years of training for and engaging in war. General Tenshi has ethereal angelically white long flowing hair with a samurai’s top knot tied. Trying not to stare it is not hard to figure out he is an albino. Undoubtably why his name means angel, in Japanese. He is definitely as close to perfect in every sense of the word. Physically he does not come across as a gym rat or anyone who spent a significant amount of time training for battle. But being a witch or a hybrid doesn’

" 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

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

“I would, but that's impossible. And the answer to your question depends on what your definition of decent is. Knowing you, I'm sure it's minimal clothing.” “No, it's not.” “Relax. I'm fully clothed, so you can come in.” He came in. “I was asking because someone came to see you.” Next to him was a girl. She looked like the female version of him except shorter, with dark hair like Toshiro and her eyes were a darker shade of grey. “This is my sister, Sora.” She stared Twilight up and down for a while and her lips curled into a huge smile. She turned to Takumi.