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.

Time for a life he had almost forgotten he was allowed to want. Harper watched the rapid calculations processing behind his calm exterior. "You would effectively be off-grid," she added. "That's what I call the specialists who operate outside our normal chain of command. You don't exist in the company directory. You don't answer to middle management. And when there's a massive problem standard systems can't handle, my office calls you." "And when the systems are running smoothly?" "You go live your life."

The voice that said that was Tanaka's and she was at the table with a tray of food and many ingredients. "You know I always eat good" Orie replied with with a smile as he set his eyes on the tray. "Then you're in for a treat" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: Yamato missed all the matches in the teachers' tournament except one the finals.

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.

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.

While on training, Kana was always there, training among the father and son. Speaking of father and son. Let us rewind the birth of Niko. REWIND Zero's real name was Rusty Darkenlor. He met a lady by the lake of Basinica. The lady was wearing a white dress and a pink bonnet. Her name was Sasha. As the wind plays her hair. A man stood by afar watching her. Zero was intimiced by her beauty. Zero was wearing a black leather jacket and he was tossing a coin by his thumb back to his palm. He continued as he approached the girl.

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.