“Don’t forget about me!” Jiro leapt in from another direction. With the demonification taking over Lau, it was difficult for anyone to dive into the fierce battle without getting in the way of his assault, anyone but Jiro that is. Moving in sync with Lau, no communication was needed between them. Jiro was well familiar
With a tranquil expression that hid his deception, the demon walked over, his eyes fixated on Lau. Though much of his face had been disguised, his piercing gaze gave the two men shivers. They focused on the demon’s every movement, waiting for the right chance to attack. However, he suddenly started making gestures that they
A man in his twenties was practicing his form in the courtyard. He had graceful movements that few could compare to. At this point, he had already started building a name for himself as a prominent fighter. His name was Lau Ki Young, and he had been summoned to this world more than two years
With a cry from the crowd, the townspeople started running away. The clan fighters surrounding the circle had formed into combat positions. I couldn’t understand what was going on. A demon? Who? Her? All I could see was a young girl that was now looking around in panic as chaos erupted around her. The young
“Let’s see – Tofu? Check. Fish? Check? Random green vegetables that all look the same but have different names? Probably got the right ones…Shiitake? Gross, but Kanade needs them for umami.” I spun the dried fungus in my fingers, wondering why such an ingredient existed. I never did like the rubbery texture of shiitake mushrooms,
The sounds of combat echoed through the forest – the crunching of fresh snow from muffled footsteps, the occasional clink of metal as blades met, the puffs of white breath from two bodies exerting themselves – Ludmila and I were currently engaged in a practice spar in the woods outside of town. The first coating
The wind blowing through the forest seemed to be laughing at me. I had been trying for over an hour to break the rock with no success. Lau sat himself on a low, flat slab and was drinking tea, paying me no mind as I struggled to even put a dent on the blasted boulder.
The first impression that Lau had of the man named Claude Evers was that he was a complete mess when it came to combat. Likely owing to the strange abilities that he had and his occupation as a chef, the way he fought was terribly dangerous, both for himself and for others. Like a child
The rhythmic tapping of a pen was the only thing that broke the silence around the room. I looked around. Pictures of various classes adorned the otherwise plain walls. A middle-aged man with glasses and a slightly recessed hairline was flipping through a folder while I stiffly sat in a hard, wooden chair. I wondered
The plains on the outskirts of town thundered with the rhythmic footsteps of soldiers in full armor. The sight of hundreds of soldiers inching closer in the distance made the town guards nervous. Still in the process of development, the town of Faulkner had just recently stopped expanding its border. Makeshift fences and guard posts