Young Gojo Satoru Novels & Stories

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.

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

My grandfather gave me a pointed look that screamed, mind your manners. “These are my sons: Fukui, Nitta, and Ryuu,” Gojou continued, gesturing lazily toward each. I barely registered the first two because my eyes went straight to the eldest. Ryuu sat rigid, his sharp features shadowed by sunglasses, his expression unreadable but clearly unamused. “We thought it's best for you and Ryuu to meet sooner rather than later,” Gojou added. “Naturally, a fiancé would want to be near such a lovely bride.”

“Yeah… Don’t look him in the eye. You’ll get cursed.” “Cursed? I heard that people lose it and hang themselves after they reach home”, whisper the students at the high school where the boy was attending. “Again… another year without any peace”, says the boy to himself. The new semester had just begun and the boy had joined the ‘Sakurano High School’ a high school in Saitama, Tokyo, Japan. “Ah~… Look who’s here!” comes a voice from behind the boy. “Tch… Not again…” says the boy to himself silently and tries to ignore the people who were trying to pick on him.

The shock on my face must be visible because Joseph chuckles beside me. "It's more like a Gokaku-geiko. Well it also has elements of Waza and Kakari-geiko. They break and bend the laws on Kendo in this dojo," he says chuckling softly,"Don't underestimate Atlas Winters, Mr. Fairchild." "I never do, Just Joseph." We laugh and shortly ad Asano finally joins us. "Gentlemen." In unison, we stand and bow. "Sensei." "Sakamoto-Kun, I believe you're going to thoroughly enjoy what you're about to see."

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”

I heard three distinctive snorts from the other side of the room and peeped out to see Nadei, Nik and Nial watching the white haired male and I interact, bemusedly staring at us. And then he grabbed my cheeks mushing them making my lips pucker as I did to him before. My eyes rolling in exsparation, "You're real?" He whispered almost inaudibly. His identical frosty blue eyes teary, full of emotion and I just stared at him. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel. Was was I even supposed to say? "She's real?" Gojo Satoru's human twin laughed like a crazy man. "Oh, my God, she's real!- Ow, fuck!" The girly screech that left his mouth was funny enough to pull a humourous chuckle out of me.

His hands part way for his eyes as he stares at me before he slowly brings them down, his cheeks a bit red now "O-Oh" As I look at him now, I notice that he's wearing a light brown polo shirt and white dungarees, his hair a bit gelled back even though some of it has fallen forward while Cream has on a black turtleneck sweater and trousers with a white baseball hat over his head and glasses as well. My eyes linger more on Cream "You look a lot like him" "Who?" Caramel walks closer. "Gojou Satoru" I answer "Except you don't have the sparkly blue eye thing that makes me want to stare at you all day"