“Hm? What’s this?”
Haruki looked up from his tea and asked.
Behind him, Sayo was dressed in a long, white silk gown. She wore semi-transparent crystal stockings that clung elegantly to her legs, but no shoes. Her delicate, stocking-clad feet looked soft and irresistibly charming. At the moment, she was giving Haruki a massage—a scene that exuded luxury and indulgence.
Ever since Sayo became Haruki’s woman a few days ago, her status had naturally risen to that of mi...
2025-06-09 08:58:51 +0000 UTC
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The sword... is broken?
Seeing this, Momonga’s pupils contracted sharply.
As a swordsman himself, he understood better than anyone how important a blade was to a swordsman.
Especially Mihawk’s exaggeratedly shaped long sword, which, at a glance, was clearly no ordinary weapon and must have accompanied him through countless battles across the seas.
But now, his sword had been broken in half by Daren's strike.
The sword, once longer than Mihawk’s own height, ...
2025-06-09 08:54:04 +0000 UTC
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Enma!
Mihawk’s eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the black cursed sword hovering in front of the Marine Vice Admiral.
From this sword, he sensed a chilling, oppressive killing intent that sent goosebumps down his spine.
The "King of the North Blue" before him had relied on this very sword's terrifying power to shatter the small island thrown by the Great Pirate Shiki the Golden Lion, preventing Marine Headquarters Marineford from being reduced to a scorched wasteland...
2025-06-09 08:53:18 +0000 UTC
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“It does cost money. I almost forgot.”
Masatsuki Aozaki stroked his chin thoughtfully, then nodded.
“How about buffing this character a little?”
“You didn’t listen to a single word I said, did you?”
Kisuke Urahara’s mouth twitched.
“If you don’t understand game balancing, just sit back, collect your money, and play your games in peace.”
“Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing?” Masatsuki Aozaki replied, completely unfazed.
Kis...
2025-06-09 08:48:18 +0000 UTC
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Masatsuki Aozaki looked at the two and chuckled.
“In the future, you might get the chance to meet Mayuri Kurotsuchi again.”
“Why?”
Candice blurted out instinctively.
She absolutely loathed that creepy man who wanted to dissect her!
“To have him research a way to block Auswählen, of course.”
Masatsuki Aozaki waved a hand dismissively, his tone carrying an air of authority.
“You belong to me now—spoils of war. Sure, I took you by force,...
2025-06-09 08:47:39 +0000 UTC
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Tsunade let go of her anger. What was there left to be mad about?
She herself was the heir of one of the Three Great Sage Regions. Now that she understood the full story, she was willing to let it go.
Still, the current state of Konohagakure was far from good.
“You bastard, Kazuyama, did you just say you fought Hanzō?”
“Yeah, and I should be asking you—were you trying to get me killed?”
That shut everyone up. Kazuyama stormed up to Tsunade and started ...
2025-06-09 08:39:59 +0000 UTC
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“Kazuyama, can’t we keep fighting a bit longer? We just got out here.”
“Fight what? Are your sensory abilities broken? People are already closing in around us. Do you expect Kazuyama to take on a hundred by himself?”
“Exactly. I still don’t get why Kazuyama contracted with you first. You’re all red and flashy, but clearly your brain doesn't work.”
Soaring through the sky, Tagitsuhime found herself getting double-teamed by Tagorihime and Ichikishimahime.
...
2025-06-09 08:39:21 +0000 UTC
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Seeing Reiji's strange expression, Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't even need to ask—he already knew Reiji was thinking something inappropriate again.
He reached into a drawer, pulled out a not-too-thick roster, and set it on the table.
“A Jōnin needs to lead the team!”
As he spoke, Hiruzen slowly flipped through the pages, reading aloud:
“Rie Sakuhō, eleven years old, Genin, skilled in Water Release ninjutsu.
Fugaku Uchiha, eight years old, a prodigy of the Uch...
2025-06-08 22:39:19 +0000 UTC
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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
As scheduled, Konoha's leadership welcomed two new senior advisors: Kagami from the Uchiha Clan and the head of the Hyūga Clan.
The new Hokage consultant was Shika Nara of the Nara Clan.
After a brief meeting, the senior officials filed out of the office.
Danzō Shimura, lips tightly pressed together, walked the path back to the Root base, his face long and bitter as he muttered under his breath.
Damn ...
2025-06-08 22:38:32 +0000 UTC
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Feeling how suggestive her current position with Haruki looked, Sayo’s face turned as red as a ripe apple. But at the same time, her heart was touched. In her whole life, she had never met a noble like Haruki—someone who would stand up for a mere maid, let alone apologize just because she got a little scared.
“Young Master, you’ve misunderstood. I wasn’t bullied... I just ran into Tatsumi today...”
She then told Haruki everything—how she met Tatsumi, and how he had a...
2025-06-08 22:35:57 +0000 UTC
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After the two maids lifted their skirts and curtsied, they each called out in unison behind them.
“Miss Diadra.”
“Miss Estella.”
The figures in purple gowns emerged from the shadows.
Time shattered.
In that moment, all sensation vanished—so completely that even the concept of an “instant” felt meaningless.
Shiomi watched the two women with quiet detachment. He understood perfectly why the hall had fallen completely silent.
Their eyes, ga...
2025-06-08 22:29:06 +0000 UTC
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Generally, seasoned and cunning Magus tend to be more discreet when debating or sharing their opinions, often masking sharp words with a veneer of politeness.
But younger Magus are far less restrained—especially when drunk. And most of the guests invited to Iselma's social gatherings were on the younger side.
“From the sound of it, are you saying the Clock Tower can manage just fine without the younger generation?” Shiomi smiled faintly.
“Hahaha. The Clock Tower was ...
2025-06-08 22:28:31 +0000 UTC
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“Talking business with me?”
Early that morning, Hephaestus was greeted by two familiar faces. But to her surprise, the first thing out of their mouths was about doing business, leaving her a bit puzzled about what kind of game they were playing today.
“Alright, let’s hear it.”
From Hephaestus’s perspective, these two had absolutely nothing to do with the word “production,” but who knew—maybe they had something unusual up their sleeves.
Such things wou...
2025-06-08 22:24:26 +0000 UTC
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The identity of a supporter is even more inconspicuous than that of an adventurer.
In Orario, supporters hold a very low status. Their attributes are generally weak, making it hard for them to serve as the main force in dungeon expeditions. As a result, they're treated very differently from adventurers.
No real adventurer would ever disguise themselves as a supporter. And that’s exactly why, for an adventurer, posing as a supporter is the perfect cover.
Bell, who preferred...
2025-06-08 22:23:50 +0000 UTC
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People in the future will never know that the reason Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, only uses normal attacks is because a lazy Marine back then couldn't be bothered to name his moves.
Of course, Daren was right about one thing: for a true master, techniques and skills are merely icing on the cake.
Momonga looked at Mihawk, this once arrogant brat, now showing Daren the respectful attitude of a disciple, and he could hardly control the twitching corners of his mouth.
2025-06-08 22:19:21 +0000 UTC
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"Shoot him."
As Daren’s voice fell, Momonga, standing not far away, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, a heavy black line forming over his head.
What kind of bullshit swordsmanship is this!
Not even a name for the move... aside from the difference in speed and whether Armament Haki is infused, there’s practically no variation at all!
But unlike Momonga, who was just a bystander, Moria and Mihawk both widened their eyes in shock.
Especially Miha...
2025-06-08 22:18:37 +0000 UTC
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Time passed quietly, with countless days and nights slipping by like fleeting shadows.
The Garganta gradually sealed shut.
Finally, Masatsuki Aozaki stepped out of the dark, damp cell.
Bambietta had paid a heavy price for her arrogance, learning her lesson through blood and pain.
Meanwhile, Masatsuki Aozaki reveled in the pleasure of acquiring a new toy. At this moment, a strange sensation welled up within him—an awareness as if “the world and I coexist, and all th...
2025-06-08 22:14:21 +0000 UTC
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"This is... a script I've never seen before."
Looking at the letters floating in the air, Hestia frowned slightly. She didn’t recall any script like this.
Now, Bell was certain—his understanding of Runic Letters was correct. It seemed this world didn’t have Runic Letters.
If that was the case, then there was no need to keep them hidden.
Without grasping the secrets embedded within the Runic Letters, it was impossible to use them. Otherwise, Bell wouldn’t have s...
2025-06-08 09:34:47 +0000 UTC
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Bell remained completely focused as he continued his studies at home.
That unwavering focus allowed him to make gradual progress in using magical fluctuations to inscribe Runic Letters.
It was similar to transcribing characters from memory—magic served as the ink, and Bell’s memory acted as the mold.
At the moment the magical wave passed, he had to vividly recreate the image of the rune in his mind and shape it using magic.
It might sound simple, but the process wa...
2025-06-08 09:34:20 +0000 UTC
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Their destination was the Lake District in western England—one of the few well-known resort areas in the UK.
It was also the birthplace of the beloved children's story, Peter Rabbit.
When Caren was a child, Peter Rabbit had been one of her bedtime stories. Still, compared to Andersen’s and the Grimm Brothers’ tales, Beatrix’s stories ranked just a bit lower in her heart.
After getting off the train, they were immediately greeted by a horse-drawn carriage. The driver,...
2025-06-08 09:20:02 +0000 UTC
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“Wow, you're really dressed up.”
The next morning, at the train platform departing from London, Reines—dragging her suitcase behind her—blurted this out the moment she saw Caren.
“Is it not appropriate?” Caren turned in place, inspecting her outfit.
She wore a deep crimson dress, its neckline adorned with a sapphire-studded ribbon. A round beret rested atop her long silver hair. Amid a group clad mostly in muted greys and cool tones, she definitely stood out.
...
2025-06-08 09:19:29 +0000 UTC
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After Sayo left, a figure appeared in the alley moments later—it was Leone from Night Raid.
“Let’s go.”
She patted Tatsumi on the shoulder, said nothing more, and took the lead in leaving the alley.
But before she left, Leone paused, staring in the direction Sayo had gone. A curious glint flashed in her eyes. It was unclear what she was thinking.
In truth, Tatsumi’s push to get Sayo to report on Haruki hadn’t come from him alone—it had everything to do wi...
2025-06-08 09:16:18 +0000 UTC
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"So fast!!"
Mihawk’s pupils shrank into fine points, trembling uncontrollably.
He had heard a lot about the terrifying swordsmanship of Rogers Daren, the "King of the North Blue," before setting off on this challenge...
But only now, facing it head-on, did he truly feel the suffocating pressure!
There was no sign, no preparatory swing—just a sword splitting the air without warning!
No chance to react. No time to dodge.
Countless thoughts flashed through...
2025-06-08 09:10:56 +0000 UTC
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Special sword technique?
Momonga’s expression instantly turned a bit strange.
"Can you even call that swordsmanship?"
He couldn’t help but glance at Daren and ask.
Naturally, he was very familiar with Daren’s magnetic sword control ability. It was terrifyingly powerful, especially when paired with Enma, who had consumed the Moa Moa no Mi. A full-power strike could easily wipe out a small island.
But that ability was clearly an extension of Daren’s Devil F...
2025-06-08 09:10:18 +0000 UTC
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After half a day…
Deep beneath Sōkyoku Hill, inside the dungeon of the underground training grounds.
“Masatsuki-sama, you’re here?”
Roka bowed respectfully before addressing Masatsuki Aozaki.
“Having trouble?”
Masatsuki gave her a small smile.
He had given Roka three days, and there was still plenty of time left.
“Yes, I need your help.”
Roka nodded.
“They’re being that stubborn?”
Masatsuki frowned.
From ...
2025-06-08 09:04:30 +0000 UTC
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Inside the spacious palanquin, Rukia clung tightly to Masatsuki Aozaki’s hand.
She struggled to keep herself steady, trying not to lean into Masatsuki’s arms. Her large, expressive eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings.
“Nii-san, what exactly is the present you got me?”
Ever since they had left Seireitei, Masatsuki had been acting mysterious, which only piqued Rukia’s curiosity even more.
“Why don’t you guess?”
Masatsuki remained unfazed b...
2025-06-08 09:03:37 +0000 UTC
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Filthy—truly filthy.
Surrounded by the thick poisonous mist, Hanzō of the Salamander seethed with disdain toward Kazuyama.
As a ninja, ambushes were part of the game. But hiding in the shadows and endlessly launching sneak attacks like this? That was just downright dirty.
The Iwa ninjas around him retreated quickly, and in no time, Hanzō was the only one left in the area.
After all, that deep purple gas was no joke—just inhaling a trace of it could be fatal.
<...
2025-06-08 08:57:56 +0000 UTC
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“No wonder they call him Konoha's Ghost.”
“Leaving aside the former Second Tsuchikage, Mū, this kid's Kekkei Genkai is really something.”
“And he has two Kekkei Genkai... Transparent Escape... Crystal Release...”
Hanzō of the Salamander stared at the spot where Kazuyama Gekkō had vanished, his expression serious.
He wasn’t worried about how strong the opponent was. After all, he stood at the very peak of the ninja world. What unsettled him more were th...
2025-06-08 08:57:17 +0000 UTC
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In truth, Reines sought out Caren to talk not only because they got along due to their similar personalities, but also for a much simpler reason.
She felt uneasy about attending the social gathering alone. Depending solely on the autonomous humanoid formal wear, Trimmau, wasn’t nearly enough. With so many Magus in attendance, any unexpected incident would leave her helpless.
She needed someone trustworthy to serve as her escort.
Naturally, her first choice was her current ...
2025-06-07 21:39:59 +0000 UTC
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To be honest, Caren had always known her personality was awful.
She’d realized it early on—how she couldn’t help but smirk when others were suffering, especially if they were upright, respectable people. Watching someone who was supposed to walk a shining path spiral into depression over something trivial and eventually fall off course gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. It felt like finding an oasis after wandering three days and nights through the desert.
If that min...
2025-06-07 21:39:24 +0000 UTC
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