Ultraman: Rising Ken Sato Novels & Stories

Even so, Ken growled, "Last chance, Mr. Wal. Take them with you and leave, or you'll be wheelchair-bound for the rest of your life!" Uran smiled in wry amusement. "Well, aren't you being full of yourself? Talking big when you're on your own?! Kill him!" The bodyguards attacked Ken without hesitation, only for Ken to wipe the floor with them in just a minute! Naturally, Uran and the other bigwigs were all left dumbstruck. What was going on here? Was Ken some sort of martial artist, beating so many people at once? Meanwhile, Ken advanced on Uran, asking, "Do you remember what I said earlier, Mr. Wal?"

“Kenzo Harusame is dead.” Through their binoculars, Holy Tiger’s sidekicks clearly witnessed Kenzo’s death. Their eyes were wide open in shock. Hailed as the rightful heir to the title of Sword Master, Kenzo had been killed by someone wielding Santoryu. “How is this possible? Tyr Summers is insane!” Initially, they felt confident in rescuing Holy Tiger, but after seeing what happened, fear and doubt came creeping in. “Even Kenzo could not defeat Tyr, who else in Japan can do so?” one of the duo exclaimed in utter despair.

Her voice came out soft but clear. Sato removed his jacket fast. Then his shirt. His chest was lean with defined muscles. He stepped to the bed. Kenji dropped his robe. His thick cock stood ready again. Sato opened his pants and his own cock sprang out. Long and slightly curved. Different from Kenji but equally hard.

"You refuse alliance. Accept mine." SatoTech jet sliced clouds midnight-sleek, cabin a cocoon of ebony leather and burled walnut, engines humming low threat. I claimed a window seat, New York shrinking, diamond-veined below, but Kenji loomed in the aisle, bespoke midnight suit clinging to lean predator lines, dragon tattoo pulsing in the throat under an unbuttoned collar. "Tokyo," he said, gravel-velvet command settling opposite, long legs invading my space deliberately. "Empire needs tending. You come." "Abduction's not an invitation, Sato." My contralto sliced crisp, crossing athletic legs, jewel-silk stockings whispering defiance. Storm brewed horizon black, lightning fracturing like his

Knight Commander Auger finally left the horde of soldiers, as he went forward a little to welcome his guest. “Good morning, esteemed guests from Ntiti Republic. My name is Knight Commander Auger. I’m the Knight Commander in charge of the Camelot army.” He greeted with a smile while extending his hand outwards for a handshake. The visitor in the suit smiled brightly in return, as he took the Knight Commander’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, esteemed Knight Commander. My name is David Sato, from the house of Sato.” “Ahh!! You’re a descendent of the legendary Kaito Sato. It’s honor to meet you, sir,” the Knight Commander responded politely while feeling a little surprised.

"I'm not your father, idiot. I'm too young to have a son like you. Now, move away." I chuckled and wiped some tears on my eyes. Is he really the person who spoke so softly to me a while ago? They feel so different. "What's your name, kid?" he asked while walking around our house. "Ken'ichi... Saito Ken'ichi. Other people call me Ken sometimes." I answered as I follow him around. "Ah right, I heard you yelled that three times when the girl came charging at you." he chuckled. Wha-? So he was there watching the match all these time? Well, it's not technically called a match since that psycho girl is obviously stronger than me. But I was about to die you know?!