He stopped at a small ramen shop, the steam from the broth smelling faintly of Naruto’s favorite haunt. Inside, a girl with hair as bright as a Devil Fruit sat alone, tracing the edge of a Survey Corps emblem on her jacket. She looked up, her eyes sharp and analytical, reminiscent of a strategist from Death Note .
As if on cue, a shadow loomed over the shop—a silhouette that could have been a Titan or a Hollow . Kenji didn't flinch. He reached for a wooden training sword tucked into his bag, feeling the phantom spark of Fullmetal Alchemy at his fingertips. hentai school
The girl stood with him, her hand glowing with a soft, blue Haki . "The one where we win." He stopped at a small ramen shop, the