Zero No Tsukaima Novels & Stories

Yesha: *coughs* Good work Aika. Aika: Thank you Commodore... Yesha: How is everything here, Field Executive Mikami? Field Executive Aika Mikami is a 24 year old lady with pearl white skin and a gracious figure. She has distinct Asian facial features. She supports Commodore Romanov in the Directive Dimensional Administration (the support arm of the military fleet) since childhood. She is more commonly known as the Maiden of the Grey who moves the battle group fluidly in Yesha's Absence and commands respect even from the combatants.

He was caught off guard by a question from the new god. - What is your height? - Kurayami questioned him. Tsuki Miki amidst her groan said. – 1.88 tall and 95 kilos – Tsuki Miki said. – I'm not small. - And you? – Tsuki Miki questioned. Kurayami stretched out on his huge bed, and still naked, he said with pride. – I am 2.88 tall and I weigh 823 kg. – Kurayami said.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

This was Sector 7—the primary water-filtration plant located on the coastal edge of the New Dar es Salaam mega-structure. "Squad Zero, comms check," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the cold, metallic modulation of his virtual tactical helmet. "Tank, online and ready to farm," Leo’s booming voice replied. Down on the ground floor, Leo’s massive, matte-black Juggernaut armor materialized from a cluster of blue loading pixels. He unslung his rotary heavy machine gun, the weapon giving off a low, predatory hum.

Tatsuya bit out in a warning tone without throwing a single glance back. "Tch." Isamu scowled and roughly slumped down in his seat, then returned to playing with his communicative device. "We'll move off as soon as the sun rises." Tatsuya reminded them just before he disappeared down the corridor. Seeing how Aimi hogged all of Tadashi's attention and time, Naoko decided to call it a day for now and try harder tomorrow. This mission felt a lot more draining to her than the missions in other worlds. She started to think about how much she would rather receive a mission related to survival than to win someone's love like this. Knowing that no one would pay attention to her anyway, she left with

Agent Zero said as she sat on the couch. "Aren't you tired yet?" Agent One asked as he laid it on the couch. "I don't feel tired if my mission isn't over yet." Agent Zero said she read the text messages from the gay manager of Sakura Modeling Agency. "When is the official deadline for your mission with the boss's son?" Agent One asked. "He doesn't mention anything to me, even if he doesn't to you, which means there is no deadline yet." Agent Zero replied. "Damn! This is the only mission without a deadline date! I hope our boss tells us." Agent One replied.

Her gaze sent a quiver down his spines. “You are all fifteen minutes late.” They sat down faster than a flash of lightning. He huffed, knowing that his mother is the Elder assigned to help them with their mission. Kitori Mizuki, Head Tactician of the Kingdom of Theupholis’ Elite Forces. She is known for her intelligence and tactics.

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

Murasame lived like a rich kid, yes, but sometimes it was the ordinary ones, the ones who blended in with luxury, that held the sharpest teeth. Third: Kota Roku. Taiga exhaled slowly. A model, a brand ambassador, the face plastered on billboards across Tokyo. Kota was clean, on paper, at least. He was the golden boy. Yet Taiga knew better than to accept things at face value. Sometimes the most polished surface was the perfect disguise. He scribbled a note beside his name: Could be a front. Fourth: Rei Kanzaki.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"