Yoshi Oc Novels & Stories

At least, that was my impression of him at first glance. I stepped forward and dusted off my Japanese. He hoped to hell he wouldn't mess this up. Yoshi noticed him first and eyed me then grinned as he whispered to his companion, “Otoko wa kawaiku mieru. Kare wa utsukushī. watashi wa kare o motsu koto ga dekiru koto o nozomu"(Trans: The girl looks cute. I could have her).

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

"Oh, little Ash, you will make a fine dragon, but you have a lot to learn about your Uncle Laryn." The change in Ashrac happens so fast it surprises me. Regardless of Sarn's hold, the boy fights like a demon and lands one kick after another. "Don't call me little. I remain the mightiest dragon to ever live." He somehow manages to get close enough to sink his teeth into the top of Sarn's leg. "Ohhh, you brat," Sarn yells out. He releases Ashrac's neck and lifts his hand to strike him. Ashrac throws himself backward over the cliff.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport. Breath leaves with every ounce of training, feeling the last person I’d ever expect near my home—and still the one I don’t doubt will make good on the promise of a horrible death. Unlike the Yon who pose, posture, bully, and blackmail to get their way, one thing that no one can doubt about the surly Yoshin is that he’s honest. Brutally direct and savagely unrepentant. It is the design, the very fabric of nature to weave opposing strands for the striking contract that we are.

Yuriko was caught unprepared and jumped with both feet, cancelling her suction effect and plummeting to the temple floor a hundred feet below. × Koumori-shishou fought like the nine-headed dragon god Kuzuryū Daimyōjin himself, defending and attacking in all directions. The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained.

Gideon waved a hand, and the rubble flew off, exposing Oscar. Oscar staggered to his feet, covered in blood, hair in tangles, looking absolutely wrecked. "You lost." Those two words were like a hammer slamming into Oscar's chest. He couldn't hold it in as he choked out another mouthful of blood. "You…" His eyes were about to pop. He had lost to a guy barely over 20 years old! And Gideon hadn't even activated his Solar Titan Physique or used the High Marshal Seal's power! He had lost just like that.

That resulted in Ryosuke with a scowl on his face. Again? Everyone else thought. Bingo. Cai Kang thought. “Enough questions. Let us fight and this time, I’ll put my full strength into this! If I don’t then I will suffer.” Kurai, Cai Kang, and Kazuha sense the growing power. They are starting to realize he is no ordinary Kyo. “Who the hell is that guy?” Kurai said. Ryosuke growls under his breath. “I am one of Japan’s remaining Prodigies.”

The day of reckoning had come, and he would be damned to let it slip. "After all these years?" Yoshiro asked, cutting into his simmering fury. His Asian accent dripped from his tongue. Being of average height with a lean build, Yoshiro wore a cream colored tailored suit, with a white dress shirt underneath, leaving the first two buttons open, exposing his dry chest. "I thought we were friends," he smirked, stroking his goatie. His father never kept a beard. The old man was almost neat...almost. That's by the way, though.