Zesty Gojo Novels & Stories

Well, he is indeed strong though. "Shut up, Yuro!!! No one's gonna die!!!!" Zaykee furiously glared at Yuro while he tries to stand up properly. "If we're not gonna die! You'll gonna die!!! So just kill us!!!" Xez added, raising his voice from the top of his lungs. "Noo!!!!" Zaykee screamed after diverting his glare at Xez, he is still clenching his jaw, teeth, and fists. He is like a volcano that will erupt anytime. The vein on his temple is popping also. He is angry. Really really angry.

Bobby was polite but slipped away and left the bar. He decided to try a news stand he sometimes had luck at. Sure enough, there was a guy, reading a muscle mag. Big guy, 6’2”, maybe 6’3”, with a big chest, big arms. His legs looked strong. And he had attitude. He was so sure he was hot. That really turned Bobby on. He would be perfect to practice hojojutsu on, perfect to beat down and tie up. When Bobby went and stood close to him, the guy didn’t move away. Bobby spoke to him: ‘You like Asian guys?’

His brown eyes had lost their grandness, mixed now with tears and regrets. "Please, don't die. Please." Ejima cried amid the hot breath that came pouring out of her nostril. Some inches away was the pit which Uche had dug. Ghost, Bozo's stallone, was hanging on a wooden spike, eyes, and tongue wide open, with blood gushing out from its sides. Bozo had suffered the same fate and his men had been too late to save him.

Celeste (already pulling out my phone): “Private portal leaves tomorrow. Rowan’s paying. He lost a bet.” Rowan appears in the doorway holding a credit card and resignation. Rowan: “I hate all of you. Pack light. Kōjin sulks when people are late.” 24 hours later – Mount Atago, Kyoto Prefecture The mountain is on fire in the best way (eternal flames that don’t consume, just dance). Kōjin is waiting at the top. He looks exactly like Seras if she were eight feet tall, made of magma, and wearing a chef’s apron that says “Kiss the Cook or Get Charred.”

He howled and told his backstory, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I’m an elder from Gokudo Soshiki, Kenji Miyagi, and am Ono Yohei’s master.” Ono Yohei? Alex thought for a moment before he finally remembered the name. Wasn’t that the guy with the bead that allowed him to have extremely high mental power? He hummed and then asked, “Why have you come to America? Did you come here to avenge your disciple?” Kenji had no desire for revenge anymore, he only gave a bitter smile without a sound.

Takamatsu Henjiro; Isekai's father And also an entity that has powers greater than most gods, his gift in Erath is passive hearing and resistance to fire,while his normal abilities are far too many than can be counted, his personality is not that great since he is the type that act without contemplating much on what might happen or the possible outcome of his actions. Isekai Henjiro; has no gift but only good at Ninjitsu technique , a technique that combined ninja moves and jui jitsu together, he is calm and collected and not that decisive and his name was gotten since his dad wants to use him to remember that he transmigrated to this world.

A voice asked as I raised my head to see who it was. A tall, lean blond man with dark blue eyes and pointed nose sat on the stool before me. "Okay let me introduce myself. I'm Jeffery Willard, and you are?" Talking to this stranger won't cause me any harm right? "I'm Giordana Forbes, nice to meet you," I replied, matching his smile. "Beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." "Thank you." He started a conversation with me, asking me random questions and other things. I found out that he was also a doctor.

Zayn’s countenance was calm and composed as ever as if he was completely ignoring Kairo. On the other hand, Zayn’s reaction triggered Kairo’s anger even more. He gnashed his teeth in rage and let out a grunt heavily. He wanted to kill Zayn ferociously during the match so that the fool would suffer so much that he would rather die! Soon, the next person got into the ring. It was a perfect-class master fighter named Lebowski. He had an extremely huge figure that made him stand close to two meters tall. Moreover, his body was extremely muscular and his arms were thicker than the thighs of an ordinary person!

Bob called out hastily at the sight of him exiting the room, “Did something happen, Mr. Gould?” “An extremely powerful fighter is here!” Bob was startled. ‘Mr. Gould is a grandmaster-level fighter, so this person he claims is powerful must be terrifying!’ He followed Zidane in a haste and headed downstairs. Zidane looked toward the single-person seat and walked there with a heavy heart. The middle-aged man in the gray singlet with the cold expression took a glance at him. The man then asked nonchalantly, “Are you Zidane Gould of Eden Joy?”

In the restaurant, Joey and Gusto sat across from each other in one corner and kept on discussing what they've gone through after the Academy. The aroma of the dishes, the music, and the smile of someone who cares, is a fragment of heaven. A chance to enjoy the company of one another and want to have more is what they always feel whenever they are together. Gusto had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique.