kiyoshi hana

In a world built on lies, even monsters may wear the face of a hero. Centuries have passed since the Great War of 3044, a cataclysm that shattered kingdoms and forged legends. The realm of Ethera now basks in a fragile peace, upheld by the Church of the Lightfather and the tales of the heroic Voidguard—who, the stories claim, defeated the Demon of Calamity and sealed away its destructive power. History, however, is never as simple as the victors say. Into this world awakens a nameless man in a forest scarred by strange magic, his memories erased and his power unsettlingly immense. Villagers call him Kiyoshi, and though he finds comfort in a quiet life and bonds with the strong-willed Celosia and vigilant Rajieru, shadows of the past whisper in every storm, and rumours of a returning demon begin to spread. The Church’s immaculate stories start to crumble. Symbols long thought dormant flare with unseen energy, and the world’s forgotten histories claw their way back into the light. The Great War may not have been a triumph of good over evil, but a massacre of those who dared to resist the gods’ designs. Demons, once seen as mindless monsters, may have been pawns. The saints, often regarded as the protectors of humanity, may have been the true villains. As Kiyoshi struggles to uncover his past, he discovers fragments of a terrifying possibility: the Demon of Calamity may not be who anyone expects. And if he is that demon… could he be the hero Ethera desperately needs—or the doom it fears most? With magic stirring, storms ripping the skies, and secrets threatening to unravel everything, Kiyoshi must navigate a world built on deceit, confront the god who reshaped reality, and decide what he will become. Will he embrace the monstrous title whispered in fear and legend, or forge a new destiny that defies prophecy? In Ethera, the line between hero and monster has always been razor-thin. And when the truth finally surfaces, no one will ever look at the world—or Kiyoshi—the same way again.

wake up, Hana almost forget everything. why? checked the story as her journey begin.

Story of a clumsy boss who couldn't himself but toh fall for his assistant. Who supports him to find his lost sister who brought a stromy tragedy with her...... tag along to solve the mystery.

Yuri Kitagawa is in love with her teacher named Hana Shirogane, age 33, F but the thing is Yuri is 17... what will people think? who knows

HANA BERPETUALANG BERSAMA MALAIKAT TAMPAN DARREN. BISAKAH IA MEMBUKA DIRINYA UNTUK SEORANG DARREN? DIKALA MEREKA BERSAMA SERING BERTENGKAR

Ken Nazumoto is a weird and loner high-school boy. He doesn't have any friends until one day he talks to a girl next to him. What Ken does not know is that if he wants to make his friendship work he's going to have to face the intense wall of depression and suicide. Despite all of these adversities, this is his only way to make true friends.

Hana Wu Feng, a Chinese-Korean graduate; born to a Korean mother and a Chinese father (who is under mysterious investigations). Living in Korea gave her a new perspective of life; not like her experience in China. Shivers run down her spine anytime she remembers her stay there. But all is well in Korea, life is good, friends are good, home is good, what could go wrong? Being the bad luck carrier she usually is, Hana's life begins to take unfriendly twists and turns much to her disapproval. From being de-flowered in an unpleasantly disgusting way to landing back in China, Hana has found herself in what she likes to call "life's deep shit". Surprisingly, life decided to take a sinister turn and now Hana, is somewhere else in this world. Where? Her Hometown, Beijing CHINA; unfortunately for her, that was where she never wanted to return to due to a soon to be familiar gruesome experience there. "Sad sad, unlucky Hana, May God Have Mercy on you." -Mother. ***** Don't worry about me I'll be fine. It's not like I'm dying or anything, it's just that... my life or what I thought was my life, is totally down the drain. It all went down the drain, down the fucking drain! The worst part is that I haven't even found love, never I'm an NBSB girl (No Boyfriend Since Birth). It hurts to know you'll die without ever knowing you loved or fell in love with someone. But its okay, I'm chill. I still got myself; I can love myself, it's not that hard! I owe all this mishap to HIM. If only I knew HIS name... DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS EXTREMELY MATURE AND DARK CONTENT!! WARNING: Slow updates sorry!

It was a blistering summer day... the heat from the sun and the thick scent of perfume suffocated the Emperor who waited for the news of his ongoing conquest. "I present to you this peculiarity my King..." his general smiled proudly as he presented him the beauty just as delicate as a glass snow flower however with a mind as sharp as its broken shards.

Would you believe it if I told you that during all the 16 years I've been looking for some clichés that always happen in manga, they started to happen in my life?! But, it's not exactly how I planned! And why is my favorite manga cliché happening to me?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!