Yellow Rasengan Novels & Stories

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

Hirayaksa was surprised. The puff of smoke that enveloped the explosion area had disappeared. The red-to-blue Rakshasa's new form was amazing. If in the red Rakshasa form, his body came from red energy, then in the blue Rakshasa form, the body of Aji Sangkala's self-realization came from blue flames. "I remember Buto Agni's fire sword from earlier. We must use that sword." Aji Sangkala's spirit moved Blue Rakshasa to pick up the jug at his waist.

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

His breath is fanning my ear and it brings a tingling sensation to my body. I should get a grip. I cleared my throat before answering. "Uh, stewed fish. N-Nana cooked it. There's also stewed vegetable here if you want." I tightly held the bowl when he leaned his body. "Looks good... I want it." His voice sounds raspy but soothing. Is that even possible?! I glanced at him but I was taken by surprise when I realized that our faces are just inches away! I wanted to look away but his blue orbs are like magnets, slowly pulling me into the abyss.

What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sandwich savory meats and red bean paste between them. Yum!

' - Kristina prayed in her mind. In front of her, Kathryn Ice lifted the tray, and Kristina's breath caught. " It's beautiful, Kathryn Ice. " Kristina She had never described food as beautiful, but there was no better word for it now. On the black rectangle box was white saffron rice on one side, and on top of it was egg white dyed pink and cut in the shape of cherry blossoms, with strips of nori seaweed making up its thin and almost intracately arranged branches.

Darz exclaimed launching herself with her sharp heels aiming their vital points. Irz raises his swords with both of his hands and exclaims, ”Pisang! (banana)” Irs swings it and emits a yellow crescent beam towards Darz. “Taring! (fang)” Karz exclaimed jumping towards Darz to bite her. “Unlimited Blade Works!!!” Jarz exclaimed flapping his fur to launch the swords to her(I am sorry, actually I want to change the name for copyright reason, but I”d rather do this to annoy my friend by putting this one. Oh yeah, I don’t own such a technique, I just do this to annoy my friend.)

* *zzz-swish*… Ravyn delivered an uppercut to the white energy figure’s chin and narrowly swayed away from his fists. After exchanging attacks for a moment, Weiss was kicked and his face turned to a power supply capsule that Kanji was trying to turn off. The young man's one hand held the power supply manual, and the other one held a small part of a yellowish-brown root. It's the same root that Ravyn bought from Themeise’s southern black market.

LYRA I stare at my reflection in the mirror, transformed. The gown I wore was a piece of perfection hugging every curve of mine. The silk fabric clings to my skin, showcasing my figure in a way that makes me feel so different. The dress is a deep, rich blue, almost purple, almost like Sage knew exactly what to pick out for me all the time. It's an offshoulder with long lace sleeves flowing. I know this date was supposed to be casual but Sage didn't think as I did. He was hell-bent on making it a bit overboard.

He summoned the Ryū no Tsubasa Jutsu (Dragon Wings). From his solar plexus, a blinding orange light exploded and then his entire body became swathed in flames. The fire was a blazing robe that wrapped his body, shining a brilliant yellow even in the sun, but its inside, the layer closest to his body, was blue. Next, he leapt high and forward while pulling back both his arms and thrusting out his knees, right slightly ahead of left. The movement of his arms produced a loud flapping sound of flames. When he got near enough, he delivered a barrage of pedaling kicks on Ganzorig’s chest, rocking the bounty hunter back like a straw dummy.