Hentai School ⭐

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

"So," Kenji said, standing tall as the world began to shift. "Which series do you want to live through today?" He stopped at a small ramen shop, the