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jjk/Blue Exorist: Reborn Ten Shadow User

dark, romance, JJK, Blue Exorcist, Before you continue, MC was intended to be made pathetic. werido. That was insanely gifted with the sword. The main theme of this story is character development and the process of progress. The story is mostly about JJK and Blue Exorcist Gifted, But Weak MC. Compared to others. one who always bends in the face of the strong. synopsis: I dropped out of high school and spent twenty years with a sword in my hand. Life didn't leave room for hobbies. The closest I got was mobile games. RPGs with MMO features. I had a knack for katanas. There wasn't much I couldn't cut, or couldn't hit. Of course, that didn't come for free—I worked until my hands blistered and calloused. Before I knew it, they called me «The Drunken Sword Saint» at the dojo. I never stayed anywhere more than three years. I helped revive businesses on the brink of collapse. My reputation grew. People came from across the country for my sword. Mafia. Gangs. They made offers. I turned them down without a second thought. I'd spent my life slicing fish. They wanted me to slice people? No amount of money was worth that. I'm rambling. If you know this kind of story, you've already guessed what happened. That's right. I became a character in an anime. An anime I never finished. One with brutal, beautiful fights. And now, here I am—blessed by fate. It's been almost a year since I was thrown into the anime. 'Jujutsu Kaisen.'
DaoistEKmzcZ · 12k Views

A Feast of Hands

Fuck my family… The thought was the first thing to stroke into Ryckel's mind. His breath hitched, the warmth of his own exhalation bouncing off a hard surface and dampening his skin. Ugh… did I sleep with my gas mask on again? Ryckel's muscles groaned as he raised a heavy hand. His fingers brushed against the metallic surface of the filters. It was a familiar sensation, yet the pain that accompanied the movement was not. His body felt heavy, like a sculpture made of lead. Every fiber was screaming against his attempt to wake. Ryckel tried to shift his weight, but felt no external resistance. There was no bed. No floor. The air was soft, a gentle wind teasing his skin, tempting him to drift back into sleep. But then he felt the sickening lack of gravity. His body was slowly swaying. Ryckel snapped his eyes open. He wasn't in his bed. He was dangling over an abyss. Two thick, black coils were wrapped tightly around his chest and thighs, holding him like a macabre display. All around him, there was nothing but a claustrophobic mist of red. ------ Shout out to @scholarofyore0 for helping me out with the power system, really appreciate it. Also my release schedule is 2 chapters every weekday and just 1 chapter every weekend Do note, the prose style in my work reflect the POV of the chapter and yes, there would be POVs apart from Ryckel's. The prose style(s) would still be easy to read and understand. Like Ryckel's POV is more art based because he's actually an artist. The auxiliary chapter isn't also compulsory. If you like an aux chap that details the world and everything then it's for you. But if you don't, then you can just read the story itself. Info and all that would still be revealed naturally. Do be warned though, the aux chap is written and structured in a way that many writers on here don't normally do...
KeihatsuZero · 9.7k Views