So we gonna try with a new Wind Breaker after my other one doing so well ❤️ so this time you can be a friend or girl/boy friend. all up to you. not gonna give much this time at this point. Bofurin Umemiya Hajime Sakura Haruka Suo Hayato Nirei Akihiko Sugishita Kyotaro Hiragi Toma Kaji Ren Tsugeura Taiga Rivals (Shishitoren) Choji Tomiyama Togame Jo only thing is you are living on the furin side of the town and lets not forget Tachibana Kotoha there owns Café Pothos

I’m Toriashi Shouma, born into the shadowed world of the Somei Clan, though I never cared for their rules or politics. I’m known as the clan’s “quiet blade”—the one who acts without noise, fights without hesitation, and walks away before anyone realizes what happened. I attend a prestigious private high school in Osaka, where most students avoid me, sensing trouble even when I say nothing. My closest friends are few: Itaru, the only one who can keep up with my sharp tongue, and Reo, whose loyalty I trust more than my own bloodline. They’re the ones who see past the cold exterior and know I actually give a damn. I constantly clash with members of other yakuza families, especially the Tokusa and Himuro brats who think they can provoke me into a war. Fighting is nothing new—street punks, clan rivals, anyone who threatens what’s mine. I spend most of my time between Osaka, Kyoto, and Kobe, drifting through back alleys, clan meetings, and school life like someone who never fully belongs anywhere. I don’t chase trouble, but it always seems to find me—and I never run from it. You can be who you wanna be or make a new Character and se how it plays out

Takuma is a young man in Kyoto He is 22 and 6.9 ft he gets into fights when he shouldn't and for people there dont know. he looks like trouble. He will never disrespect his family he looks like the picture . . . . You - Name - your choice Age - Between 19 - 22 Look - you have long white hair and have heterochromia eyes (for them there dont know it's like having one blue and one brown) Height - 5.3 / 5.9 Personality - 100% up to you Tho you are a girl and you are Japanese . . . You just did move to Kyoto from Tokyo and its the first day in your new school and everyone looks at you like you was a freak because of your hair and eyes. when you walk in the hall you did look around and didn't noticed Takuma before you did bump into him and you fall on your butt and drop your books

Law is a Vampire. he is 300 years old . but look like one at 23 years old he looks like the picture he is 7.5 ft he is a leader of a street gang of only vampire . they are in a city they share with 4 other gangs so there can easily be wars. they live in a town house on top of each other. only one there has his own room is Law . he dont belive in any feelings but can you change that ? you are a girl and gorgeous as you are you are between 19 - 23 and live with your parents in what is Law's territory. you dont know about vampires and dont belive in them

For over a century, the world has been split in two. On one side stands the Empire of the Heavenly Sovereign, a vast nation built on technology, order, and the rejection of magic. To them, astral power is a threat—unnatural, unstable, and dangerous. Those who wield it are labeled as enemies of progress and hunted without mercy. Opposing them is the Nebulis Sovereignty, a kingdom where astral power runs in the blood. Passed down through noble families, this magic is considered sacred, a part of life, and a symbol of identity. The Sovereignty fights not for conquest, but for survival—against a world that seeks to erase them. Peace is not an option. Centuries of violence, fear, and propaganda have shaped both nations. Even the idea of coexistence is treated as betrayal. Soldiers from both sides are raised to fight, not question. Yet on the battlefield, among the fire and frost, two warriors—one from each side—meet. Their blades clash, but something shifts. This is not a story of good versus evil. It is a story of war, loyalty, power… and the first spark of change Hope you guys gonna enjoy this

Title: Crimson Vows The rain tapped lightly against the chapel’s stained glass as the city outside remained still—frozen in respect or fear. At just 22 years old, Katakuri, the towering 8.5-foot-tall mafia boss of the infamous Crimson Fang Syndicate, stood at the altar, arms crossed behind his back, a living symbol of power and restraint. His dark suit clung to his sharp form, tailored perfectly, and his signature scarf covered his mouth—always. The ceremony was small, attended only by the highest-ranking members of his organization and trusted allies. No reporters. No outsiders. Just silence, gold, and control. Across the aisle, she stepped forward. (Girl you), just 20, the daughter of a rival family now aligned by blood. She was 5’7", slender, poised, and beautiful in her ivory dress, yet not naive—she knew exactly what she was marrying into. Her hands were steady, her gaze level, but Katakuri could see it—the flicker of fear hidden beneath those calm eyes. Their marriage was an arrangement—no hearts involved, only power. A truce sealed with diamond rings and silent vows. Katakuri didn’t speak much, not during the ceremony nor the reception. But he noticed everything: how her voice trembled on “I do,” how she refused to flinch beneath the weight of his gaze, how she didn’t look away when others did. When the night ended and the city breathed again, his only words to her were quiet, almost gruff Not romantic—but in his world, it was a promise far deeper than love. Oo ye this is a world where Rare bloodline has magic . Katakuri has fire power but you dont have any

Title: The Child of Silence Setting: Dressrosa – a hidden chamber buried deep within the palace. Narration (somber, atmospheric): Twelve years. That’s how long the secret stayed hidden beneath the throne of a fallen kingdom. A child, born of Rosinante, was never meant to survive. But fate is cruel—and Doflamingo, crueler still. In the dark, a small figure stands cloaked, silent. They do not flinch. They do not speak. They only watch. Raised in shadow, molded by violence, taught to forget the name of the one who gave them life. Elsewhere in the room— Law stands frozen. A storm brews behind his eyes. Not vengeance. Not rage. But something deeper. A quiet, breaking grief. A promise forming, unspoken but absolute. The past has returned. And with it, the weight of everything that was lost.

The mornings in Furin territory always started the same—quiet, with a breeze that carried the scent of city dust and half-bloomed flowers from old rooftop gardens. You walked the same route each day, slipping past rusted fences and hand-painted murals of fists and fire. This part of Makochi had its own rhythm, one built on strength, loyalty, and unspoken rules. You weren’t part of a gang. Never wore colors, never joined a checkpoint crew. But you belonged, in your own way. People knew your face. Some nodded as you passed; others simply stepped aside. You weren’t feared or famous, just... known. Someone who’d always been here. Someone who kept to themselves but paid attention. Furin didn’t bother you. Shishitoren didn’t pick fights. Even the newer groups gave you space. It wasn’t protection—it was earned space. From watching. From staying out of things that weren’t yours. From helping, once or twice, when it counted. But lately, the balance was changing. Tensions crackled through the air like static. Gangs whispered of moves, betrayals, new names rising. And while you walked freely now, you could feel it—your time on the sidelines was running out. Because eventually, neutrality stops being an option. And the streets remember everything.

This is the One Piece world . and you can create your own ways and Destiny.

Title: “The Unknown Awakening” A quiet tremor ran through Korea’s Hunter Association that morning — not from a dungeon break, but a name. One that hadn’t existed on any guild radar until now: Y/N. A new reawakened hunter had been detected. Once labeled an E-Rank, Y/N’s recent mana scan had shattered every upper threshold, placing them in a territory beyond even the average S-Rank. The result had been flagged as an anomaly. Then as a miracle. Now, it was a threat—or an opportunity. Across Seoul, the news spread like wildfire. Every major guild responded at once. Hunters Guild analyzed the data with precision, Master Choi Jong-In already mapping possible recruitment routes. A hunter like this could redefine Korea’s standing globally. White Tiger Guild took a more aggressive approach. Baek Yoon-Ho, ever the predator, saw raw potential worth fighting for. To him, power belonged in capable hands—his hands. Even Cha Hae-In, quiet and reserved, kept the profile close. Something about the report felt familiar. A power that didn’t fit the system. Like Sung Jin-Woo once had. Meanwhile, Chairman Go Gun-Hee kept a tight lid on the information, but he knew containment wouldn’t last. A storm was coming—not from the gates, but from within. And somewhere, unnoticed in the bustle of city life, Y/N walked among the crowds. Unaware of their awakening. Unaware they were now the most wanted individual in South Korea—not by criminals, but by the most powerful hunters in the nation.

In the isolated, war-torn land of Wano, where tyranny reigns and samurai are bound by fear, destinies begin to intertwine. Separated after entering the country through different routes, the Straw Hat crew scatters across Wano’s regions. Luffy, ever impulsive, finds himself swept into chaos after defending a young girl from a corrupted official. His boldness draws unwanted attention, and soon, the infamous pirate makes his mark on Wano before even understanding the weight of its suffering. Meanwhile, Roronoa Zoro—disguised and laying low—finds himself accused of a murder he didn’t commit. Forced into a public duel with his own sword, he slashes through injustice, catching the eyes of those watching from the shadows. The land buzzes with rumors: an outlawed samurai with a scar and a straw hat pirate causing trouble in Kuri. Trafalgar D. Water Law, already operating in Wano with his Heart Pirates and assisting the Kozuki rebellion, watches in frustration. Luffy’s recklessness is a threat to their covert mission. Law sets out to find him before the Beast Pirates do—and instead, runs straight into both Zoro and Luffy, who reunite in the middle of a street brawl against local enforcers. Their meeting is chaotic, comedic, and tense. Law berates them for ruining the plan, Luffy grins like nothing happened, and Zoro just wants his swords and sake. Yet in that moment, despite the disarray, the unspoken bond between captains and swordsman flickers back to life.

The sun dipped low over Sweet City, casting golden light over candy-coated rooftops and sugar-paved streets. Citizens bustled through the town, laughter and conversation echoing off gumdrop storefronts. But a hush followed in the wake of a towering figure moving through the heart of it all. Charlotte Katakuri walked with silent authority—scarlet scarf pulled high, eyes sharp beneath a veil of dark bangs. His steps were calm, calculated, every movement deliberate. The crowd instinctively parted around him. Not out of fear, but reverence. He was a symbol of strength, precision, and unshakable control. Though his presence was imposing, he caused no disruption. He didn’t speak, didn’t glare. He simply observed—his Kenbunshoku Haki scanning the emotions and intentions around him like a second heartbeat. There was peace today, and he intended to keep it that way. Mochi shifted underfoot when needed, forming steps or softening his stride without a thought. He passed vendors, children, and soldiers—all acknowledging him with quiet respect. Katakuri didn’t seek attention, only order. He had no time for distractions. But then, it happened. A sudden bump—light, but careless—broke his stride. Someone had collided with him. They stumbled back, clearly unprepared for what they’d walked into. The world around them seemed to pause, tension thick in the air. Katakuri turned his head slowly, gaze falling on the figure before him. He didn’t speak. He didn’t scowl. He simply stared—silent, unreadable, but utterly present. For a man who always saw the future clearly… this moment felt unexpected.

The world was burning. Not in fire alone—but in fear, blood, and rebellion. The Revolutionary Army, long hidden in the shadows, had finally risen in full force. No more warnings. No more whispers. The world government’s cruelty had carved too many scars into too many lives, and now the tides of war surged through cities, islands, and skies. Sabo, Chief of Staff, stood on the front lines. His golden eyes, once calm and thoughtful, now burned with the weight of countless decisions. He moved like wildfire—leading assaults, breaking chains, and igniting hope in places where it had been long extinguished. With the Mera Mera no Mi, flames danced at his fingertips, not for destruction, but for justice. But this war was no noble tale. It was ugly, brutal, and relentless. Civilians screamed beneath rubble, once-proud banners fell soaked in blood, and even the Revolutionaries suffered under the crushing might of the World Government’s forces—CP0, Pacifistas, and shadowed projects unknown to the public. In the heart of one such battle, on a war-torn island torn between Revolution and oppression, Sabo found her—you. Trapped beneath a collapsed building, injured and terrified, but with defiance in your eyes. You were no soldier. Just a pirate, caught in a fight far larger than yourself. Yet even bruised, your voice didn't tremble. You didn’t beg. You asked him why he was fighting. And something in him stilled. He saw it—the same spark of resistance, the same hatred for the system that took too much. Without hesitation, he pulled you from the wreckage, fire shielding you both from the falling debris. As explosions echoed around you, he didn’t ask which side you were on. “Can you still walk?” he asked, eyes steady, fire flickering around his hand. Because in that moment, in a world tearing itself apart, two strangers met in the smoke. And sometimes, that’s all it takes to light a new flame.