Simptember 2

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Goku



Gohan yelled in frustration as he writhed and twisted in the grip of the huge, muscular fingers that held him in place. No matter how he thrashed, no matter how much strength his Super Saiyan form granted him, the burly digits refused to budge, if anything they squeezed down on him ever tighter! The bones in Gohan’s arms

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A new jutsu?” repeated Naruto, slurping up some of the ramen Konohamaru had offered to him. His young protégé had invited him over to his house for lunch and the blond, not one to turn down free ramen, graciously accepted. As the two of them sat together at a table and ate their cup noodles, Konohamaru began telling the older genin about a brand-new technique he’d been practicing in secret.

“You wanna say that again, Octopus Head?!”




“I said you ordered too much, Turf Top! How do you expect to be of use to the Tenth if you’re bloated with food?!”




It was the middle of a perfectly normal afternoon in the town of Namimori. Or, to be more precise, in a small Chinese restaurant located in downtown Namimori. Seated in this co

It was an hour after midnight—most decent folk were slumbering the night away in their beds. D. Spike Rd, a dead-end street nestled somewhere in the city of Middale, was almost eerily silent bar the occasional rustle of wind. The houses that lined the street varied in size and appearance, but they all shared one common trait: they were dark and still in this late hour. One particular home—branded with the number twenty—broke the pattern with a single illuminated window on its s

It had been one year since Father’s defeat. One year since Edward recovered his right arm and Alphonse his entire body. Other than Ed’s now inability to preform alchemy, life was good and returning to normal. The Elric brothers returned to Resembool, they rebuilt their old home, and then…




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So…how’s Al holding up?” asked Winry as she sat across from