Yonko One Piece Novels & Stories

"Look out, Yukime!" Yagyuu Shinji's pupils shrank, but he didn't dare to help because Hanaki Inuichiro was staring at him wickedly. Hanaki Naoki's mouth tinged with satisfaction. In his opinion, this blow contained the essence of the One Blow of Knife, and as a woman, Yagyuu Yukime had no choice but to dodge. He had even begun to prepare the next move. "You're courting death!"

She stopped in front of the table and poked the girl on the head. It distracted the girl and she looked up. The little girl stood up immediately. “Kiyo nee-chan!” Kiyo smiled. “Hi, Kiyoko-chan.” Shitone made a sound like ‘ammh’ to the little girl, and the girl giggled and took Shitone’s small hands. “Shi-chan, how are you? You look beautiful today.” Shitone replied her with baby words. “Are you doing homework?” Kiyo asked Kiyoko. Kiyoko nodded. “Yes. It’s monstrology.”

Let alone the fact that Mieko provoked these three bastards because of him, even if Mieko was a passer-by who had nothing to do with him, he would not sit idly by when he was in danger. Kyo Nomura's hand almost touched Mieko's clothes. Mieko couldn't help screaming and moving back. "B*stard, go away!" “If you want to refuse, then welcome them. Haha, I like it!” Kyo Takeda laughed evilly as he advanced step by step! “She doesn’t like fellows like you that court death!” Yang Xiao endured the enormous pain in her chest as she held a sword in her right hand, and then she suddenly shot it explosively towards Kyo Takeda.

Gerald asked lightly. Fernando frowned again. If a normal person’s side kick were to hit a person in the head directly, that person would certainly suffer from a mild injury. Yuno was about 1.9 meters tall, and he weighed more than a hundred kilograms. If he were to hit a person in the head with all of his might, if his opponent was an ordinary person, that person would certainly end up in a vegetative state. Strictly speaking, Gerald had already been very merciful toward Yuno.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

The chinky white chibi doll and it reminded me of someone. I think it's somehow resembling Yukenzo. He's chinky, white, plain and----oh my God. Why did I even think about that guy all of sudden? Why he's invading my mind again? Gosh, this is something I can't tell. Something I cannot accept. Therefore, all the keychains are cute except that chinky chibi doll! Yukenzo is not cute! Definitely not! He's more boring and unattractive!

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

“You won't like it when I'm lonely. I pick a fight with Hikari’s best swordsman, Yushi that little pest.” “Yushi?” “Oh you will come across him one of these days when we get closer to Hikari.” After getting enough of the fairy, they exited the party scene. Like how they went there, Mizuko’s hand were tightly holding Kenshi’s. Him holding her hand somehow makes her feel secure. Then out of nowhere, some thing jumped in front of them. It has a body like a gorilla but head like a dinosaur. Mizuko wanted to run but her hand was in Kenshi and all she could do is breath heavily.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.