Odd, was Naruto's only real thought on the topic. It didn't matter much anyway. He turned his attention back to the present and another outstretched moment of waiting.
"Kurihara-san doesn't have one?"
Fighting Abilities: D[Host is as strong a martial artist
He grabbed my arm and pushed me into his car. And it hurts. This guy doesn't have any trace of gentlesness towards a girl and I hate it. I hate those guys who hurt girls and women. I wanted to burn them.
"Aaaahhh Ahhhhh! My dick" Chuttle shrieked as he covered his crotch and the others became stunned.
They quickly left the village behind, heading towards the floating bridge that crossed Kerch Strait. The Sea of Azov was not very developed yet, since the merchant unions were too busy fighting each other in the Old Empire. The free traders had not enough wealth to maintain a functioning port, so the only structure that could be used was a floating bridge crossing the shallowest waters of the Strait. Luckily, under lenient weather, few waves formed at the surface of the sea, giving the bridge relative stability.
Despite being done this much, Miyako doesn't resist.
Once upon a time, a girl wished for a prince...
And so I leave you now. Another Grandmaster of the Dark-wryter sect passes, my Story ended―and your hell only begun.
And now, there was red. Red, everywhere. Red in the fires lapping at the midnight sky, red in the foreign banners dancing above the palace gates. Red upon her eldest brother's blade, dripping with their mother's blood...
" So you're leaving me to go to Mary?! "
A small sense of triumph washed over Rogue as he became just a few meters from his destination. Before he could officially start his mission, a searing pain shot through his calf and just above the titan's knee. Rogue stumbled a bit, roaring in utter anguish as his free hand grasped his leg. Pausing in his advance, the titan stuck his fingers deep into the bloody and steamy wound. Whimpering as his nails forced past muscle, the titan pulled the object free from his leg. It was a ball, but very unlike the one that he and his little ones often played with, it was heavy and made of iron. It served no whimsical purpose but was made to destroy – made to kill. Another loud bang sounded and pain penetrated his side as Rogue released another bellow of agony. Forcing himself to focus through his discomfort, the titan's green eyes turned to glare daggers at the uniformed men. For a tense moment, the humans paused as they bore witness to Rogue's disgusted gaze. As the commanding officer raised his hand to give another order, the titan announced his displeasure with a vicious snarl. He did not have time for this! He had to rescue his humans and little ones! Although he understood why they were firing at him, just because he was a titan, he desperately wanted them to stop. Recalling an action that Mikasa had taught him, one that wasn't a kind human gesture but was one that certainty meant to say 'go away and leave me alone' – Rogue held up his free hand in a perfectly fashioned fist with his middle finger on clear display.