The weight of Taiga on her back felt familiar, a dull ache settling deep within her muscles after the rigorous workout. As she navigated the grounds of Mihama Academy, a complex mix of emotions churned in Chris’s mind. The newly assigned ro…

Taiga found herself in a perilous situation at the medical university. The culprits, adherents of a nascent religious sect, sought a virus for acts of bioterrorism. In response, the United Nations authorized an aerial strike to contain the …

A warning had been received, and the highest echelon of command mobilized. Their mission commenced. ***

The familiar scent of old paper and ink hung in the air, a comforting constant in the otherwise turbulent atmosphere of Class A. But today, a subtle tension vibrated beneath the surface, a discordant note in the usual hum of academic life. …

Haruto journeyed to Yuuki’s village long ago, seeking instruction in the art of the “Phantom Blade.” But fate intervened; a sudden ambush shattered the peace, and suspicion fell upon Haruto.

His existence began not with a conventional birth, but with an experiment. From that unconventional start, Haruto was raised by a collective of assassins: Ichiru, Nogami, and Aoi Aoi. The story of how he became known as "Haruto Aoi" is one …

He was a man of shadows and whispers, known for his meticulous planning and unwavering resolve. The team awaited him, their faces etched with anticipation.

They waited for Class A. Enishi and Chloe awaited the same.

He drew his blade, the steel glinting in the dim light, and leveled it at his nemesis – the one who had taken Aoi from him. And then he saw her: Chloe.

Dust motes danced in the weak sunlight filtering into the dugout, illuminating faces etched with a quiet desperation. A small gathering of young women huddled together, their eyes reflecting a shared weariness. A silent plea hung in the ai…

The weight of the world settled upon him, a familiar ache for the former Phantom Trigger. He stood at a precipice, poised to make a choice that would irrevocably alter his path. The battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made – they h…

She recalled the moment Haruto had first reached for her, a memory now vivid with a familiar warmth.

A crimson haze clung to the air, thick with the scent of smoke and iron. This was the tale of Phantom Trigger, a descent into darkness and despair.