A story of how dance can make two different hearts as one. A love which by dance can be fully expressed as this two hearts know the real language of dance.

This is a Dance AU and I want to give a shot to something new. I am excited to try this out. But remember I do not own my hero academia and please watch the anime. This is a spin off. No Quirks. Also Katsuki Bakugo is nice to Izuku Midoriya.

Sasuke Tsubaki and the Sket Dan members attend to Sōjirō Agata's request to spend a day with his cousin Mei Tanaka, who has an incurable form of cancer.  Sasuke receives a priceless gift from Mei and offers one in return.

This is a heart-warming fan-fiction based on the Sket Dance series. It sits in a time not long after Sasuke Tsubaki and Yūsuke Fujisaki (Bossun) discover they are brothers.

[AN: Image of Sasuke from Sket Dance anime Happy Rebirthday episode.]

Fruit 856: Talent House Adora
"Apakah aku perlu mengundang teman-teman aku untuk masuk ke sana?" tanya Ivy. 
"Boleh aja kalo Ivy gak keberatan. Kalau Ivy tidak mau undang juga gak apa. Nanti biar Mama dan yang lainnya akan menyebar promo dan iklan mengenai Adora." 
Ivy mengangguk disertai wajah datar. "Oke." Dan di dalam hati si putri sulung memang tidak ada keinginan untuk mengundang teman-teman dia. Biar saja sang ibu yang susah payah mengurus tentang itu. 
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Maka, Talent House Adora pun mengadakan peresmian, dipimpin Andrea dan Myren dan dihadiri semua anggota Tim Blanche, kecuali Keluarga Noir dan Sabrina, serta para naga dan si rajawali angin. 
Ivy diminta ikut juga untuk menggunting pita bersama Andrea dan Myren, karena ide adanya Adora juga karena Ivy. 
Peresmian Talent House Adora juga diliput beberapa televisi nasional dan televisi swasta. 
Setelah pengguntingan pita, semua orang yang hadir pun bisa masuk ke dalam gedung. 
Para wartawan bergantian bertanya pada Andrea mengenai program sanggar yang dia adakan. Nyonya Cambion menjelaskan dengan baik apapun yang ditanyakan padanya sekalian dia berpromosi melalui siaran televisi tersebut. 
Di dalam, orang-orang kagum melihat banyaknya peralatan dan sarana penunjang yang tersedia. 
"Talent House Adora ini ada 3 divisi." Andrea menerangkan pada wartawan. "Divisi cosplay, divisi suara, dan divisi dance." 
"Nyonya, kenapa cosplay?" tanya salah satu wartawan. 
Andrea tersenyum dahulu sebelum menjelaskan. "Di Jepang ini, hal yang populer adalah anime. Bahkan, orang luar negeri jika memikirkan Jepang, anime adalah pemikiran yang sering keluar pertama kali di benak mereka. Yah, katakanlah 5 hal terpopuler dari Jepang, anime pasti ada di sana. Maka dari itu, anime bisa dikatakan mewakili Jepang, dan membuat budaya pop Jepang lebih dikenal di mata dunia, berkat anime. Maka dari itu, budaya cosplay selalu berkaitan dengan anime. Maka, tidak salah jika saya membuat komunitas untuk orang-orang penyuka cosplay untuk berkarya lebih baik lagi." 
"Berkarya lebih baik lagi? Maksudnya bagaimana, Nyonya?" Wartawan lain ganti bertanya. 
"Di sini, kami tidak hanya sekedar ber-cosplay, lalu sudah begitu saja. Tidak! Di sini, selain kami akan mengajarkan cara ber-cosplay, kami juga akan sering membawa anggota kami mengikuti exhibisi-exhibisi mengenai cosplay dan juga lomba cosplay. Jangan salah, dewasa ini, cosplay juga bisa menjadi mata pencaharian jika diseriusi." Andrea menjawab.
"Jadi, Anda ingin anggota Adora ini nantinya bisa menghasilkan uang dengan cosplay mereka, begitu?" Wartawan lain lagi bertanya. 
"Kami tidak akan memaksa jika mereka tidak ingin. Misalkan mereka hanya ingin just having fun saja dalam cosplay, yah kami hargai dan tidak paksa mereka. Tapi kami tentu akan support berbagai cara bagi anggota yang ingin lebih serius dalam bidang ini." Andrea menjawab sembari tersenyum. 
"Ini juga ada divisi suara. Apa itu, Nyonya?" 
Andrea sudah mengajak para wartawan ke lantai dua, tempat divisi suara berada. "Ini juga berkaitan dengan anime tadi. Divisi suara terdiri dari sub-divisi seiyuu dan sub-divisi penyanyi soundtrack anime." 
"Apakah Anda ingin memasukkan mereka nantinya ke perusahaan yang memang menangani seiyuu dan penyanyi soundtrack anime?" 
"Yah, itu harapan kami!" Andrea mengangguk antusias. "Itu yang kami inginkan. Karena di sini akan diajarkan bagaimana menjadi seiyuu atau pengisi suara dan bagaimana cara bernyanyi. Siapa tau ada PH yang mengetahui talenta mereka dan menariknya ke sana, alangkah suatu hal yang menggembirakan bagi semua orang, kan?" 
"Jadi, di sini bisa dikatakan penciptaan bibit-bibit baru, begitu Nyonya?" 
"Bukan penciptaan bibit-bibit baru," koreksi Andrea. "Tapi pembimbingan bibit-bibit baru yang siapa tau nantinya akan menjadi orang sukses di bidang tersebut." 
"Seperti bidang penyanyinya juga, Nyonya?" 
"Ya, apalagi bidang itu," sahut Andrea. "Karena, siapa tau dengan talenta bagus anggota kami di bidang menyanyi, dia tidak hanya berpotensi menjadi penyanyi soundtrack anime, melainkan juga berpotensi menjadi penyanyi pop atau rock di Jepang. Bermimpi tinggi tidak ada salahnya." 
"Rasanya aku ingin mengirimkan anak-anakku ke sini saja daripada mereka hanya sibuk menonton anime dan menyanyi sembarangan di rumah lagu-lagu anime." Salah satu wartawan berceletuk. 
"Yah, benar. Kirim saja mereka ke sini, Pak! Daripada mereka malah ke sana ke mari yang tidak jelas apakah berguna atau tidak untuk mereka, masukkan saja mereka ke Adora untuk mendapatkan pelatihan yang sesuai dengan minat mereka."
Ketika mereka tiba di lantai 3, wartawan mengajukan pertanyaan, "Lantai ini untuk divisi apa, Nyonya?" 
"Untuk divisi dance," jawab Andrea. "Di sini, akan ada pelatih khusus dance modern ala K-Pop." 
"Kenapa Anda membidik dance ala K-Pop? Mengapa K-Pop." 
"Karena hal itu sedang jadi tren, sedang marak di banyak belahan dunia ini. Tidak bisa dipungkiri, budaya K-Pop sudah menjadi sebuah budaya yang diminati banyak anak muda. Dan banyak juga dari mereka yang belajar dance K-Pop. Apa salahnya kami juga menyediakan tempat untuk minat mereka, siapa tau dengan kami memberikan fasilitas dan pelatihan, serta dukungan promosi dari kami, anggota kami bisa dilirik oleh para agensi bagus di bidang tersebut? Siapa tau ada PH dari Korea Selatan yang melirik talent kami dan menarik dia ke sana?" 
"Nyonya, tindakan Anda memang terpuji. Saya salut dengan pemikiran Anda akan tempat hebat ini," puji salah satu wartawan yang disetujui wartawan lainnya. 
Andrea tertawa kecil. "Saya hanya ingin melakukan yang terbaik untuk anak muda di sini, agar apapun kegiatan mereka, semuanya positif dan berguna." 
"Nyonya, kenapa Anda begitu awet muda? Kecantikan Anda seolah tidak berubah." Wartawan lain menyeletuk demikian membuat rekan lainnya pun menyadari itu dan mereka menatap takjub pada Andrea. 
Sekali lagi Andrea tertawa kecil dan menjawab, "Ha ha, kalian ini bisa saja. Saya hanya melakukan perawatan biasa ke diri saya, makan makanan yang baik, banyak konsumsi sayuran dan buah-buahan, serta beristirahat yang cukup serta memperbanyak pikiran positif untuk kesehatan mental dan jiwa, sehingga itu mengalir ke seluruh tubuh dan membuat saya bagaikan awet muda." 
Wartawan hanya merespon dengan: "Aahh ... Ternyata demikian." 
"Ha ha, ayolah, jangan bicarakan saya. Bicarakan Adora saja." Andrea berkelit agar wawancara ini hanya tentang Adora, tidak melebar kemana-mana. 
Lalu, wartawan pun melihat fasilitas di berbagai ruangan. Mereka berdecak kagum karena semua disediakan oleh pihak Andrea. 
"Nyonya, apa tidak sebaiknya Anda mendirikan perusahaan agensi saja untuk mencetak banyak idol muda nantinya?" 
"Tidak. Untuk saat ini, kami hanya ingin membantu para talenta muda berkarya sesuai minat mereka saja sembari kami mencarikan kesempatan lebih besar bagi mereka untuk mengembangkan kemampuan mereka ke jenjang lebih tinggi. Itu saja dulu. Entah jika beberapa tahun lagi kami berubah pikiran dan mendirikan agensi sungguhan. He he ..." 


"Aku tau aku ini hasil dari pembuahan terlarang yang tak bisa terelakkan. Bahkan aku tau kekuatanku yang sebenarnya dan aku sangat membenci itu. Aku berharap aku tak pernah ada jika hidupku selalu dalam teror seksualitas yang mati-matian aku hindari." 

Andrea merasa hidupnya jungkir balik saat mendekati usia 17 tahun, dimana dia akhirnya tau bahwa dia adalah keturunan salah satu raja iblis Incubus di Underworld. 

Cambion. Itulah sebutan baru bagi dirinya. Apakah dia nantinya akan memiliki tanduk? Apakah dia nanti akan berwajah seram? Berekor? Yang jelas, Andrea tidak menyukai kekuatan barunya. Kekuatan yang membuatnya menarik perhatian para lelaki. Kekuatan yang membuatnya harus terus lari dan dilindungi. 

Sedangkan Dante, seorang Nephilim yang berhasrat naik ke Surga, dia harus membunuh 100 keturunan Iblis agar bisa menjadi seorang Angel. Dan Andrea merupakan target buruan ke-99. 

Namun, ketika feromon gadis itu terlalu menggoda, Dante menghadapi dua pilihan: tetap membunuh Andrea? Atau justru memiliki Andrea untuk dirinya sendiri? 

WARNING: 
- HANYA UNTUK PEMBACA BERUSIA DI ATAS 17 TAHUN 
- ERO-FIC 
- TIDAK UNTUK MANUSIA SUCI & ANAK-ANAK 
- VULGAR & EKSPLISIT 
- BEBERAPA DIALOG MEMAKAI BAHASA GAUL & KASAR 
- TAK PERLU MEMBAWA SARA KE KOMENTAR KALIAN KARENA INI BUKAN NOVEL RELIGI!

Do you know how much anime I have watched some of them I don't like very much but others are absolutely beautiful .

Like Gurren Lagann and everything about it is beautiful the op just plays in my head nearly everyday because of the amount of anime I have watched . 

Basically every single thought I have is about anime or an anime op is playing in my head . 

And if I hear a familiar anime op which I can recognize instantly I just start moving . 

But I wanna ask you a question do any of you feel like this too just like do you Dance and even sometimes stupidly try to sing an anime song .





It is the 41st millennium and it has been years since the corrupt dystopian society of the imperium of man has come .                                                                  But one parent less and unloved boy decides to fight against it .                                                                              

On the day of his parents murder he  decided that he would get revenge using all necessary options to do it .  

But perhaps this vendetta isn’t just that a vendetta it might be more a journey for self discovery . For who they really are . 
Will they just be another shadow in history which is never mentioned or will people look at him with terror and with fear . 
Will people use his name as a way to quiet down children at night only time will tell .

Cause this is the rising of the Antichrist he shall carve his path and his future toward and will attain riches beyond imagination he shall become a soul plunderer a pirate all of them . He shall have them all he shall have everything . 

If it’s not already his his cruel hands will take it from them this is not a story of where he will be the nice pushover. No he shall be the villain in this story he shall be a king an emperor he shall have those titles . 

He shall attain love and companionship as well in this power . He shall finally be the man people look at with Terror and with fear for vengeance for self discovery . 

And most importantly of all Love  

I do not own Warhammer 40k and there will only be a few things in the story related to 40k cause I do not know much about Warhammer 40k and so other creatures will be made right off the top of my head  
But if you want me to add something related to Warhammer 40k just tell me

Hello guys, I have decided upon three different some for my newest fanfic, whose first chapter will be released on August 2. In the plot, the main protagonist will be named Karna and he will visit different time worlds. As for the very first anime world where he will be reincarnated, I have selected three anime and depending on your votes, everything will be decided. The one with the most votes will be the first anime world, while the second and third anime worlds would depend on the second and third positions respectively. Your three options for the first, second and third anime worlds are:

1. Classroom of the Elite
2. Bladedance of the Elementalers/Seirei tsukai no blade dance
3. Chivalry of a Failed Knight

Please give your votes in the comments below. I will be uploading the link and name of the new fanfic here on August 2.

An average looking otaku was walking home from shopping. He was crossing the streets and suddenly met with an accident and died by truck-kun. Meets God and gets wishes and reincarnates in the anime The Testament of Sister New Devil as Basara Toujou. Not just that, from there he'll go on to different anime worlds and claim several beautiful girls as his, while he establishes his rule over the entire cosmos.

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This is a fan fiction made for entertainment purposes only. I don't own The Testament of Sister New Devil. If you like the story please vote with power stones and give good reviews. Thank you very much.


2 chap per day, except there'll be only one chapter on Friday

They say that high school is the best year you'll ever had. But for me, all i wanted is to do well in my studies and atone for my failures when i was in elementary. I wanted to start fresh, full of strength and strong, capable and reliable. It has never occur to me,  love I say. 

I am Jewel Shins by the way. I was in section B, where students divided according to their scores in the entrance exam. Well I didn't do well in the test, to be honest. But it doesn't bother me, my goal is to be transferred in section A. So there I was, Going to school with my full of accessories and in varieties of color. I entered my room, finding that my best friend where same section as me. Yup, we live in a small town. There were only three school, and my school is the only private school in town. I am not rich, just so you know. 

"Mommy!" Yep my friends usually calls me mommy. It started when I was in elementary, my teacher started calling me mommy because i didn't do our very first homework in science. And since they hear me calling my mother mommy, my teacher decided to call me that for the whole 5th till 6th grade. Well, it wasn't something to  take as a bad thing. It actually suits me well, and I like calling me by that nickname. It makes me feel that even just by it, i'm worth having part of their lives.

So yeah, first week of school, I did my very best to be noticed by my classmate and teachers, I wanted to the class representative. Its just that I will be part of our school's student council. But unfortunately, I wasn't picked. Well, its just sad, but being president is still open right. I was so happy i was nominated, but still, luck is against me. I wasn't picked. Vice President, nominated, wasn't picked. Until the very last position, I wasn't picked. 

"I'm okay" It was humiliating, yeah I admit. I was nominated in all the position as officials, but none of it was I picked. I accepted it, maybe i wasn't good enough to be part of the officials anyway. Even though I really want to. 

"I nominate Jewel to be the class muse" I wasn't shocked at all. Not because I am confident enough to tell I was pretty, but confident enough to be nominated but wasn't picked. 

"Well, the muse will be the representative to role play Virgin Mary" My school was a Catholic School. (Virgin of Carmel High School). And every year, each section will have to act as Mary for the foundation day, in honor of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel.  

"Teacher, let Jewel be our muse" and all of my classmate agreed in unison. I don't know, Well maybe because I have a long curly hair, and my friends always say that i have a very soft face. Like i will never be suitable to play a villain. 
  And there it goes, I was the 7th grade, Section B muse. It was far from i expected, but it wasn't bad at all. 

Months past and school Intramural/ School fest is coming. They let me join the pageant, because I was the class muse and top 1 in class. Well yes, I studied so hard to become top 1 in class. I even sacrifice my Saturday and Sunday movie night to study. And it was all worth it. 

And so the pageant happen, but because it was my first time on stage, I was so nervous that I couldn't even answer the question right. And yes we lost, but my friends didn't discouraged me. They even cheered me up.

"What will you wear for the ball tonight?" It was a victory ball, because the event was a success. 

"They said, wear a formal attire, any dress would do for me" I went to the ball wearing a half sleeve floral dress, and just about 1 inch high above the knee. No makeup and a back pack. yeah funny. That is where i put all my belongings, and food too. But little do I know, that night will change my whole high school. 

"Aimee, will you dance with me?" I looked at Andrei, yes I have a crush during 7th grade, his name is Andrei. He was the perfect definition of tall, dark (yes definitely dark) and handsome. His eyes were dark because of his long eyelashes. And he also play guitar.But my crush for him started when we had a dance competition in school, we usually partner each other to represent our section. And my liking for him started when we had a courting style dance. He was just so gentle and the way he looked at me. It reached my heart. 

I looked at Andrei as he was asking Aimee to a dance. Yeah, our classmates knew that he has a crush on Aimee. But Aimee rejected him. Its not that Aimee is a bad person. She is the type of girl who is carefree, and she is the class pretty joker. She makes the whole class happy.

Andrei were a little dissapointed, but there I was, not knowing where i gathered all my courage and ask him to dance.

"Andrei, will you let me dance instead?" Yes, I asked him unconsciously that time. I didn't even know why I didn't. My body move itself. 

"Im sorry." But Andrei rejected me. I was humiliated, yes I admit.

"Jewel, let's dance" Just after Andrei rejected me, my classmate Vincent save me from humiliation. He grab  me and went to the dance floor. He was a little bit shy so I can't stop by laugh. He was also little. 

"Thank you" I said to him. 

"Your welcome, but.." he replied to me, but that is when i knew why he ask me to dance. A man approach us. I don't know why I feel so different when he came. He was just wearing a simple blue long sleeve shirt and his formal look, a little nerdy to be exact. 

"Can I have a dance with you?" I looked at him. I know his face but not his name. He was the guy who always speak Japanese, along the hallway. I always notice him because he was like an anime guy. Well, I know cause i am a fan of anime too. I am an ultimate otaku. 

We dance together in silent. None of us were talking and just swayed along the music. We even both looking down, I don't know why I felt so shy. 

"D-Do you know this song?" He ask just to break the ice. It was god gave me you by Bryan White I can't help but laugh. 

"Yeah" I even sing the song while we dance. Although I was out of tune. But he didn't care, he even sang with me.

"God gave me you, to show me whats real. There's more to life, than just how I feel. And all than i'm worth, is right before my eyes"  We both sang even were both out of tune. If was fun, it made me feel so much joy. 

"What's your name?" I ask him. But just before he could answer, my classmate ask me for a dance. It was so quick that i didn't even notice that my classmate grab my hand. All i saw was his dissapointed smile as he look down. 

After that dance with him, my life was never the same as it was before. When i watch anime, I always imagine him as the main character. He was just like them. He was like Kento Yamazaki. 

"The Top 10 is already up" My classmate told me. The top 10 is the list of the 10 best students in the whole 7th grade. I was the top of my class so I expected that somehow i was part of the top 10. And I wasn't dissapointed, i was able to be part of it. Top 6 to be exact. Top six and still aiming to go higher as the second semester begin. 

"Watashi o matte Jeffrey!" I looked at the person yelling at the hallway in japanese. I look because they talk in japanese, they were fluent but still you can tell from their accent and gestures. But what surprise me the most. It was that guy from the ball. His name was Jeffrey. Finally. 

"Wait! Jeffrey?" I look back at the list of the top 10, Top 4 Jeffrey ********. 

From that day on. My high school life, became a little bit interesting.

There is nothing can compared to first love. If there is, then I must have been fooling myself for 7 years. After all this years and everything that had happen, you still live here with me. How can I undo everything? How can I delete those little time, when those days that i can count with my fingers is worth 7 years of my life, and still counting. PS. When a story has been told, it will be forever written in their memories, just as how this story will retain on me for the rest of my life. My life as a high school student and up until now, will be written in here. Because I know that one day when I came back, it'll be worth re-reading.

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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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[Yo, dude. Do you think Ash will actually learn from his defeat?]
"Hm? I would assume so... if the anime is anything to consider that is."
[Yeah, probably gonna take a good damn while though]
Nate and Kayden were conversing with one another as they were now heading towards the exit towards Route 3, they wanted to leave now since they were pretty sure they had exhausted the most they could out of the benefits they could get from training here.
It had been only twenty minutes since their little encounter with Ash and Misty, they had already finished getting any items they may have left in the pokemon center before quickly making their way towards the exit.
[Wait, is that him?] Nate blinked at Kayden's words as he turned around to see that Ash was running by, Misty nowhere in sight as he held Pikachu in his arms. Most likely bringing Pikachu to the pokemon center. [Guess must have lost. That didn't take long...]
"Well, hope he learns from this little pathetic act of his, for his own sake. Otherwise, it's going to be one rough damn road ahead." Nate voiced calmly as they both turned and continued their way out of the exit. "Whether or not he will doesn't concern us."
[Agreed. Though, I am curious to know how he will win against Brock, or make the guy pity him to give him the badge. This world is more logical, so plot won't save him this time] Kayden voiced as Nate nodded in agreement. It was true, plot won't be here to save Ash anymore, so just using electric attack won't be defeating Brock.
Nate only gave Ash that bit of advice before mainly for his own reasons, being to see if Ash truly wasn't as thick-headed as he was in the anime. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he was still as arrogant and idiotic as he was in the anime.
Not like Nate and Kayden really cared.
They doubted that they will be helping him at all anymore unless certain circumstances come to rise that force them to do so. Such being that if they find themselves in a situation with him that ends up psychologically causing them to help him in some way. They won't physically help him though, only give a few words.
Whether or not Ash decides to listen and take those words seriously doesn't concern them.
[By the way, are we going to end up catching anything soon before the next gym?] Kayden wondered curiously as Nate glanced at him before giving a shrug. Nate hadn't really given much thought to that, he didn't really need to.
"Not really. Unless we run into a pokemon that can really bolster up our team in some way, then I don't really want to." Nate stated as Kayden just listened. "Plus, I'm quite confident you and Wimpod will be more than enough. If Wimpod ends up evolving before the gym, then more to us. You should be more than fine."
Nate wasn't the type of trainer that would catch anything and everything he sees, only the pokemon that he would have an interest in training. So, he would definitely avoid situations that would end up making him feel bad if a pokemon were to want to go travel with him. Plus, catching too many pokemon was a hassle, and it would also be a bit of a hassle for Professor Oak since he would have to take care of them all.
He was definitely already busy with taking care of other trainer's pokemon as well.
[Not to be arrogant. But, I'm pretty certain I can take the gym on by myself, though it kind of depends on the pokemon that they will use. Well... Misty will use, if she ends up getting there before we end up getting irritated before leaving]
"Yeah, I don't want to deal with those annoying sisters of hers..." Nate deadpanned as he shook his head. He did remember vividly that Misty's sisters in the anime didn't care about battles and just gave away badges so they could focus on their looks and their show.
Nate and Kayden were the types that very much preferred to earn what they gain, so just being given something like a badge without actually battling and winning for it just left a really damn sour taste in their mouths. The fact that those sisters even did that disgusted them.
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"Kayden, use your electricity to light the way for us."
[Sure] Kayden responded as the two could now be seen walking through a dark cave, which was actually the inside of Mt. Moon. They had arrived only a few moments ago as they quickly entered without hesitation. There really wasn't anything that was going to interest them much at all in here.
It wasn't dark for too long though as Kayden soon began releasing faint sparks from his body, not too much that he would exhaust himself at a rapid pace. The small sparks did give a decent glow though as the path ahead of them lit up a good bit, enough for them to properly see where they were stepping.
Part of the cave was lit up by a few lights that had been set up by other people, but that quickly ended the further they went through. They hadn't seen anyone else inside of the cave, though they would definitely like to keep it that way.
As they continued their way through, it didn't take long before they found themselves walking into a rather large open area within the cave, along with a number of other connecting tunnels leading to different sections within the mountain.
[Should we stop here for a while?]
"Why not? Plus, this feels like a perfect opportunity to let Wimpod get some serious training in." Nate smiled as they walked into the chasm. It was also pretty awesome since there were a few holes in the top of the cave that allowed for the light of the sun to shine through.
True to his words, since Wimpod was a water-type and this mountain was pretty much filled to the brim with a number of rock types, it is an optimal place to train. While Wimpod may be weak against rocks, Nate doubted any of the rock types in here were as strong as Brock's onix.
"We'll stay for a few hours to train. I'll set up to start on making some food for us." Nate stated as Kayden nodded his head. However, Nate blinked when he noticed something. To which he soon widened his eyes. "Kayden, jump back!"
[W-Woah!] Kayden quickly understood and saw what made Nate react as they both quickly jumped backward, narrowly avoiding something that had just leaped at them before landing with a crash on their previous position. [Damn, that's a lot of graveler...]
"No shit..." Nate gave a small nervous smile as they watched as a number of boulders soon began to shift, which were all previously embedded into the rocky ground. As they slowly rose, all of them were revealed to be many graveler. Probably around twenty or so. "Looks like this is an ambush..."
[Fucking hell... I've always hated monster houses in mystery dungeon. This reminds me of that]
"Yeah, though we aren't exactly limited to waiting our turn to attack. Let's quickly get rid of these guys." Nate narrowed his eyes as he focused on all the gravelers, who were all now turning to face them. "Alright, Kayden. Ready to do this?"
[Hell yeah!]
"Then let's quickly start of with a little Rain Dance!"
[Get ready, assholes! Prepare to get soaked!] Kayden grinned as the gravelers blinked their eyes upon hearing this. Kayden then seemed to start dancing as if he was hearing music and dancing to the beat. [If there's one thing wrong about the anime and more, it's that the pokemon don't damn dance when they use this move! I shall start a revolution... dance revolution, bitch! Gangnam Style!]
As Kayden was doing his gangnam style dance moves, black rain clouds soon started appearing up above them. The gravelers recoiled back as powerful rain soon started showing down on them, the only ones not bothered by it were Nate and Kayden. 
Even if the rain didn't exactly hurt them a lot, it seemed as though it was affecting them mostly mentallly as they were trying their best to cover themselves from the rain with their arms, though it wasn't exactly working too well.
"Kayden, stop your grooving and finish this!" Nate shouted as Kayden snapped out of his dance before turning to face the graveler. Who were previously trying to ambush them, only to get this treatment. "Striking them all down with your continuous Iron Tails!"
[Let's go, bitches!]
Kayden's tail quickly took the properties of iron as he sprinted forwards into the pouring rain, grinning as he then began mowing down all of the gravelers by striking against their legs, causing them to fall. To which he continued to run back and forth amongst all of them while striking with his tail.
Nate just watched with a calm look on his face as he then turned and reached into his bag.
"Well, I'll let him deal with that." Nate then took out Wimpod's pokeball, to which he then sent out Wimpod. When the pokemon appeared, he looked around before spotting Kayden and all of the gravelers, making release a confused expression. "Don't worry about Kayden, Wimpod. He'll finish with them in a bit."
Wimpod just looked at his trainer before giving a nod, though with a still confused look on his face. Nate just began setting everything up before starting with the cooking, Kayden was still mowing all of the graveler down, though should be finished very soon. Wimpod was helping Nate with whatever he could.
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Two amazing friends find themselves in an unfortunate situation as they find themselves reborn after having suffered an early demise due to a terrorist that invaded their school.

However, they weren't exactly expecting to be reborn into a fictional world that they only knew from, of course, fiction. Not like they were going to complain, they were living once again!

Join them as they become the absolute best of the best, though it will be rather strange since one of them was turned into a pikachu upon revival...

If one fan of green tights and potty haircuts looked at me now, he would definitely say something like: "This is the power of youth! Keep it up, man! " Why do I think that? Well ... an eight-year-old child shouldn't be able to do push-ups on his hands... on two fingers... when a five-year-old girl is sitting on his crossed legs. Does that sound crazy? I think so too. But that's what I'm doing right now.
The thing is, I've been rocking like crazy for a year now. And the fact that the child's body is not designed for such loads did not stop me. Although there was nothing to worry about, because I have the best fitness trainer in the world. He selects the perfect training program for me, corrects all my mistakes perfectly, makes the perfect diet for every day and teaches me awesome massage techniques. And his name is... flair! I can't imagine how I would have lived without him.
As I said, I rely entirely on my gut for training. And the results are simply stunning. Sometimes, of course, the exercises look just ridiculous, so much so that my own brothers and sisters laugh at me, but I'm thick-skinned enough not to pay attention to it.
Even now, I can safely lift three times my own weight. Although my current strength is not only obtained by physical training. I have learned to raise my physical and mental strength to the maximum limits by inhaling the maximum amount of oxygen within a certain breathing pattern. In the anime, this was called full concentration of breath. But ordinary fighters could maintain this state for a maximum of one attack. And only advanced fighters like the pillars could maintain full concentration of breath, even when asleep. By the way, the pillars are the strongest swordsmen with the highest rank in the demon slayer organization. Well, I don't want to brag, but I can safely be made a pillar. I mean, I've been in a state of complete concentration of breath for several years now. Heh-heh. Well, since I have already started to brag, it is also worth mentioning my other successes.
Over the years of constant training, I have completely mastered my own body and am able to move joints and change the location of internal organs in my body at will. I think I'm even better at this than Inosuke, who had a phenomenal flexibility in the anime.
I have also progressed quite far in hypnosis. Now, in five cases out of ten, I can successfully hypnotize a person.
In addition to physical training, I began to learn kenjutsu, that is, the art of swordsmanship. But here I decided to resort to help, namely, I asked for my father's training. Of course, he was a little surprised, but he gladly agreed. And during the training, he told me a story that, according to him, his father told him, and his father already told him. Well, the essence of the story is that four hundred years ago, my ancestor was saved by an incredibly skilled swordsman and they became very close friends, and on one of the visits, that swordsman showed him his techniques at the request of his ancestor's wife. That swordsman had no successors, so my ancestor promised him that he would pass on his techniques to his children, and his children to their children, and so after four hundred years, these techniques were passed on to my father. Along with the techniques, hanafud's earrings were passed down from father to son, which that swordsman left to my ancestor as a keepsake.
I knew about this story from the anime, but hearing it from my father's mouth was much ... more incredible? Don't know. That swordsman was, of course, Yoriichi. And the techniques that have been passed down from generation to generation in my family are the "Breath of the Sun" style of swordsmanship.
My father himself, despite his obvious skill, never liked to fight. And all my ancestors were pacifists. So they decided to turn the swordsman's techniques into ... a dance. My father performed it during a ritual ceremony held every year, where he dedicates a dance to the fire god from dawn to dusk to ward off disease. That's just him this very dance did not help ... away dark thoughts.
While I was thinking about all this in my head, I didn't stop doing push-ups. And I might have gone on like this if it hadn't been for a child's voice coming from above.
"Little brother Tanjiro, how long do I have to sit like this?" I'm already hungry."
Coming out of my reverie, I looked up and saw a picture of Nezuko pouting like a hamster. Hehe, what a kawaii girl she is. A silly smile appeared on his face from the contemplation of such sweetness, and all unnecessary thoughts immediately disappeared. But my nirvana state was interrupted by my sister's voice again.
"Brother, you're smiling like some old pervert right now.
Ugh. It was a low blow... taught her all sorts of words on his head. So complaining about my stupidity, I went to feed my sharp-tongued sister.
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Nine years is not eight. That was the thought that crossed my mind while I was chopping wood. Yes, grown up a little means no longer a boy, but a man. You can also harness it to work. Especially if this same boy is stronger than any man in the city. Tell a story? Well, one day I came to the city, and the bandits came there. And judging by their clothes, they used to either serve in the army or in the police. In short, deserters. They had no firearms, but three of them had katanas on their belts. By the way, there were six of them in total. So they came to the city and let us demand provisions, that is, for the benefit of the army. Of course, the locals understood that this was just nonsense. But we were afraid to enter into a conflict, so we decided to give them what they demand. If only they'd get out of here soon. That's just the bandits completely oborzeli and began to look at the local maidens. Namely, they liked the daughter of the same seller of sweets. Her name was Hiye, I think. I, as soon as I realized that it would not be possible to disperse in a good way, decided to beat ahead of the curve. I jumped up to the healthiest one and kicked him in the balls from the knee. He immediately fell down, foaming at the mouth. I decided to call this technique "Flying Knee against obsession". While the rest of the bandits were standing in a stupor, I jumped to the one closest to him and broke his nose with an elbow and knocked out his teeth. In the next second, the bandits came to their senses and all in a crowd attacked me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that the one I slapped in the face hasn't passed out and has already started to get up. And realizing that they have a numerical advantage, and the katanas are clearly not fake, I made the only right decision in this situation... to leave. But the bandits clearly did not want to let me go so easily and chased me. But these idiots didn't realize that this was what I wanted. While they were chasing me, they were very tired, and their breath was out of control. I even had to slow down a couple of times on purpose so they wouldn't lose me. And then it only remains to finish them off. One Flying knee against obsession and a couple of punches to the ribs. When all the bandits were already lying on the ground, the "help" finally arrived. Oh, you should have seen their faces when they realized that I was the only one who had scattered them all. Hehe, after that incident, every dog in town knows me. And the candy seller decided to forgive me and since that day often treats me for free. It's like a fairy tale. Although I kind of got into the anime world, so it's no surprise.
The only drawback in this story is that Maman scolded me, and that I did not get into any trouble to work harnessed. But it was obvious that she was just worried.
When I was done with my work, I put the axe aside and went to my bag, which was lying in the shade of a tree. I sat down next to the bag and took out a long cloth bundle, along with a small bottle of water. I put the bundle in front of me and began to unwrap it, quenching my thirst as I did so.
And here in front of me are three battered-looking katanas that I confiscated from the bandits and privatized for myself. The bandits themselves were then taken by the locals to the capital on a cart, where they seem to have to deal with them.
Well, I was sitting there, admiring my trophies, when an interesting thought occurred to me. For a long time, I thought about creating my own style of swordsmanship, but somehow all the hands did not reach. More precisely, I was busy training other skills. In particular, I was focused on honing the movements of the fire god dance. The dance consists of twelve elements, repeated throughout the night. And I have only recently become able to perform this dance correctly. Although I call it dancing, it's actually a style of swordsmanship. My father taught me the basics and showed me all the moves. All I had to do was practice them.
But during the practice, something amazing happened. After a while, my gut started telling me how to improve the dance. And this prompted me to think about creating my own style. But before that, I decided to fully master the dance, no, "Breath of the Sun".
So, watching the three swords gave me an idea. In a previous life, I watched an anime in which one swordsman used three swords at once. That style of fencing was called "Santoryu", or simply the three-sword style. The essence of the style was that in combat, as I have already said, three swords are used simultaneously: one in each of the hands and another in the teeth. And I found it quite interesting to create your own style based on this one. Which I immediately did.
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When I was ten years old, I decided that I would stop sitting on my ass straight, and it was time to put my plan into action. And the first point of the plan was to become a demon slayer. But I'm not confident enough to go straight to the final selection. At first, I decided to get additional training from the former pillar. And his name is Sakonji Urokodaki. He was the teacher of the canonical Tanjiro and taught him very well. So it will not be superfluous for me to learn from him.
The most difficult thing was to persuade my parents, because despite everything, I was still a child. So I had to give them a choice, either I leave with their permission or without. I was frankly ashamed to do this, but I didn't see any other way out. Of course, in such a situation, the parents had no choice but to agree. But they made me promise to visit them often. Also, my brothers and sisters, who did not want to let me go even more than my parents, caused trouble. Oh, yes. I have one more brother now. But this time the choice of name was mine. And I named it… Rokuta. I was just afraid to call it something else.
The whole family came out to see me off. Everyone has more or less calmed down and not so violently reacted. Still, I explained to them that it was not so far from home to the place where my future teacher lived. And the road to there will take a maximum of two days. Plus the fact that I assured them that Urokadaki is a good and reliable person. Yes, and the promise to visit them played a role. Although tears could not be avoided.
And so, with the eyes of my family following me, I left my father's house for the first time. Behind me was a heavy bag, which my mother had packed to the brim with various products, and on the belt on the left side were three katanas. Combined with my still-short stature, I probably looked pretty funny.

The main character was reborn as Kamado Tanjiro while knowing the entire canon. After rebirth, he received a developed sixth sense, which has a solution to all the tasks assigned to him. But perhaps this is where the main character's features ended. After all, he didn't need more than that to wipe the floor with all sorts of demons.

Ivy barely managed to make it through her classes until it was time for the dance. She was already in her makeshift Brown Recluse costume and was on her way to Carson's house to pick him up. Since she had done the asking, she had gotten permission to use her mom's car for the night. 
She wondered what kind of thoughts Carson would have when they weren't at school. Up until very recently, she was under the impression that ever only ever thought about academics. 
He had already proven himself to be more interesting than she first thought. What sort of things would he be thinking about outside of school hours? 
When she pulled up in front of his house, he was in the middle of watching something based on his thoughts. Anime? That was the only thing she knew of that he liked watching. It could be—it sounded like he was watching a fight sequence. 
Ivy didn't know much about anime but she had heard that there were a ton of different subtypes that were completely different from each other. There was a lot of varying content under that larger genre. 
She would ask him about it if the subject ever came up naturally. That was a problem with telepathy; you couldn't ever reference what you heard in people's heads. 
Carson's thoughts changed as soon as she sent a text to let him know she had arrived. 'Ah crap, do I have everything? Shoes…phone…where's my student ID? They won't let me into the dance without it!'
He stumbled out the door two minutes later wearing a black t-shirt and pants with combat boots and a black eye mask. A utility belt, small pouch strapped to his thigh, and a bow and quiver of arrows completed his costume. 
His costume was clearly homemade too but looked a lot better than her morph suit. Oh well. 
He blinked at her after opening the passenger side door. "I almost didn't recognize you for a second with that wig on."
Ivy laughed. "Really?"
She felt a bit weird wearing it since she had never done anything like this before. Dark red definitely wasn't her color; it made her look even paler than she already did. But she was trying to be authentic as possible considering the cheap morph suit. 
"Yeah. You definitely look like Brown Recluse though," he said. 
'I'm glad I didn't go overboard on the costume. If I had tried to be more authentic than this I would have totally embarrassed myself. At least I had this thigh pouch from the time I went to a convention as Train Heartnet.'
 Less than a minute of seeing him outside of school and Ivy already had a lot more information than she had bargained for. This guy whose brain was full of nothing but homework was a secret anime junkie to the point of going to conventions? 
She wasn't completely out of touch with all things popular—there were a handful of people whose thoughts she had heard at school that went to those things too. Anime, superheroes, sci fi…all sorts of nerdy things were celebrated at conventions. 
Ivy wasn't a huge fan of popular media because her entire life consisted of spoilers. If she did watch or read things, they had to be obscure enough that other people wouldn't be thinking about them. 
Sometimes her parents and brother dragged her to the movies against her will to see things she already knew the plot twist for. It wasn't like she had a valid excuse for not wanting to go either. At least she usually got movie theater snacks out of it. 
"And you look like Eagle-Eye," she replied simply. 
"So…are we meeting up with anyone else?" Carson asked. 
'Ivy doesn't really talk to anyone in class but these things usually involve groups, don't they? She has to be friendly enough with someone to at least double…"
She nearly snorted. Yes, she was friendly enough with someone to double date. That was the only reason she had asked him in the first place. Lydia didn't want to go alone or with any of her other friends for whatever reason. 
"My friend Lydia and her date. Not sure what his name is."
Lydia had never told her straight up who the boy she had asked out was. If Carson knew Adrian's name before they even met that would make both him and Ivy look weird. 
She was fairly sure at this point that her Adrian and the oddly silent-minded Adrian she knew were the same guy but she really hoped she wasn't wrong. That would make this entire evening of torture pointless. 
Ivy hadn't put her earplugs in yet—she still needed to be able to hear what people were saying at dinner—but they would have to go in before they made it into the dance hall. Hopefully her lack of hearing what people might say to her could be explained by the loud music. 
"Have you known Lydia long?" Carson asked casually. 
"We've been friends since sixth grade," she said honestly. Though she wouldn't necessarily call them friends at that point. Lydia was more like an overly exuberant shadow. She wore Ivy down over time. 
'Wow, that's a while. I don't have any friends that have lasted that long. It makes sense though; Ivy is a lot better at social situations than I am," he thought. 
Ha! No she wasn't. She had the benefit of cheating so she could say what people wanted to hear. That was the only way she managed to fumble her way through social interactions. She wasn't any less anxious about talking to people than Carson, though her worries were more about accidentally giving herself away. 
Ivy wasn't good at making friends or keeping them, despite what he may think. It still baffled her that Lydia had bothered to cling to her as long as she had. Most people would have given up after getting ignored too many times.

Ivy Chamberlain is a simple high school student who just so happens to be a telepath. Knowing everyone's thoughts is pretty boring...so what would happen if she meets a boy she can't read at all?

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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