#Tokyo Ghoul:re[quest]

[kyanitedragon]

And :re quest is now fully translated!

The blurb on the back of the book:

"Ghouls" that eat people and the [CCC] that hunt them.

The two races that existed in Tokyo were still at odds with each other today.

The Q that loves holidays and loves games.

A conflicted girl in "Aogiri Tree".

Making sweets for an elite group of investigators.

A camera girl who infiltrates the garden of gourmets.

Ripples at the CCG Arts Festival...

Everyday life that was never depicted in the main story.

The long-awaited novel version of the [:re] series!

Marude's Profile from the inner book sleeve:

Marude Itsuki

[Special Investigator (50th Term)]

10/25 | Male | Blood type: O

Size : 177cm/66kg

An elite who has gained experience under Washuu Yoshitoki since he was a newcomer. He learned the key points of investigation and command from him. When he first joined the department, he was on the front line of Section 1, but he retired from the scene after the team he led died.

After being transferred to Section 2, he demonstrated his skills and rose to the rank of Special Investigator. His hobby is a motorcycle, which supports the heart of a person who is single. For several years now, he has been careful to keep Suzuya Juuzou away from his beloved motorcycle.

Chapter 1: Quinquies

Chapter 2: Union

(Already translated by @poclee-blog)

Chapter 3: Effort

Chapter 4: Sponse

Chapter 5: Tension

(Already translated by @kenkamishiro)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Chapter 6: Request

[elmaxlys]

TG Sexywoman Poll - Round 1: Yonebayashi Saiko VS Hori Chie

Saiko is a member of the Quinx squad and Hori is a photographer and information broker, as well as Tsukiyama Shuu's friend.

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fem arima cosplay progress

should i post my progress or nah? 👀

[iwasntstable]

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Series Summary: You knew the decision to follow your father into the so-called 'most dangerous Ward' was a dangerous one, but you had to do anything and everything possible to keep him alive. He's the only family you have left. Growing evermore reckless after the death of your mother and blinded by his lust for retribution, this decision is one that will alter the course of your life forever. And the life of a half-ghoul half-human who never thought he'd find himself entangled with the daughter of a former CCG Investigator.

NOWHERE TO GO is a multi-chapter story set in the Tokyo Ghoul universe, centring around Half-Ghoul!Noah and Human!Reader.

Chapter Content Tags: descriptions of violence and gore, brief mentions of death.

Word Count: 1.8k.

Note: Please be aware this story is set in the universe of Tokyo Ghoul, before the events of the manga and anime. It will, however, contain references to content found in the source material. specific content warnings will always be applied at the beginning of each chapter.

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CREDIT › image — 'Tokyo Ghoul:re - Chapter 54' - 石田 スイ (Sui Ishida). › image edit — @iwasntstable (me). › star divider — @saradika-graphics. › short grey divider — @saradika-graphics. › Tokyo Ghoul — created by 石田 スイ (Sui Ishida).

“It has been reported that more violent outbreaks are occurring in the 13th Ward, following on from last week's turf war between two opposing gangs of ghouls. Witnesses describe violent altercations in the streets, resulting in massive damage to property and local businesses. The 13th Ward is no stranger to savage acts of violence, and while ghoul attacks on humans are common, acts of cannibalism between ghouls are also a recurrent sight. We have First Class Investigator Soto here to provide more information. Thank you for joining us.”

“The pleasure is mine.”

“Now, the 13th Ward is widely referred to as ‘the most dangerous Ward’. Could you elaborate for us on why exactly that is?”

“Of course. Now the ghoul population of the 13th Ward greatly outnumbers the human population, not something seen here in the 1st Ward or the 2nd, for example. Due to this fact, there is, quite simply, not enough food for them to go around. And ghouls have been shown to be incredibly territorial creatures…”

“Ugh, it’s just awful, isn’t it?” 

“I seriously can’t believe you’re moving there. Your dad is going to get you fucking killed.”

“It can’t be that bad, surely? It’s probably all just overexaggerated for the news.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that,” you sigh over your cup of coffee. “You two need to chill out. It's not gonna be that bad.”

Kira says your name in that tone of voice that you know means business—the one she uses to scold her daughter—"There are more ghouls than humans over there! To the point they’re fucking eating each other to survive! I meant what I said before, you can live with me until you find your own place.”

“You know I can’t leave my dad,” placing your cup down on the coffee-stained table and rubbing the tense point in your forehead.

“I mean this in the most respectful way possible. You don’t have to be responsible for your dad. If he wants to chase ghouls in the 13th Ward, let him. You can’t put your life on hold or put it in danger just because he thinks he has some righteous quest to single-handedly rid the world of ghouls,” she reaches across the table to take your hands in hers, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders brilliantly illuminated by the setting sun through the window, giving her an almost angelic glow.

“You’re always the voice of reason,” you smile, squeezing her hands back. “But you know it’s not that easy. I can’t lose him too.”

“We know,” Mari adds her hand to yours and Kira’s, her tanned skin a sharp contrast to Kira’s almost translucent hands. “We just want you to be safe. If you ever want to leave, if you change your mind, you know our doors are always open for you.”

“Except mine,” Haru smiles, keeping her well-manicured hands to herself.

“Yeah, your behemoth dogs take up all the fucking space,” you can’t hold back your laugh at Kira’s remark.

“Say another word against them. See what happens,” she smirks back.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so fucking much.”

“We’re going to miss you more,” Haru’s voice wavering like she’s on the brink of tears.

“Don’t you dare disappear on us. We all expect regular check-ins, so we know you’re alive.”

“Or what you’ll set your dogs after her?” Mari laughs.

“Yeah, joke all you want! They could find her! All the way from the 2nd Ward to the 13th and beyond.”

“You don’t need to do that," you laugh. "I’ll stay in contact. I promise.”

The conversation between the four of you is interrupted by Kira’s obnoxious ringtone, earning glares from the elderly patrons lingering in the corners of the cafe. “Crap. Gotta go pick up my girl,” she stands, throwing back the last of her tea, chair screeching as it slides across the floor, your own following suit when you rise to meet her. She pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, pressing all of the love from her body into yours, just in case this is her final goodbye.

“I’ll call you,” you swear. “As often as I can.”

“I love you,” she muffles into your shoulder. “God, okay. I really have to go. I’ll see you guys later, and you! Do not forget to call,” she laughs as you draw a cross over your heart, scooping up her bag and coat in her arms before heading for the door. She gives one last wave, and then she’s gone.

“I hate to do this, but I have to go too. I have work in an hour.” Mari stands as well, rounding the table to bring you into your second bone-breaking hug of the day. 

“Thank you for coming. I love you, and we’ll speak soon, yeah?”

“Definitely. Bye Haru!” 

“Bye! See you later.”

You sit back down, relaxing into the chair. The weight of the goodbyes sitting heavy on your chest.

“I am really worried about you,” Haru says quietly. “That place is so dangerous, and I’m scared your dad is only gonna make things worse.”

“He can handle himself. He served for a decade in the CCG, remember?” You try your best to convince her, but judging by the expression on her face, it isn’t working very well.

“Yeah, he’s the best of the best,” she rolls her eyes. “Or he was until- Look, you and I both know he hasn’t been the same since what happened, and I don’t want his reckless behaviour to endanger you.”

“I know how to handle him,” you affirm. “He’s still grieving. This is the only way he knows how to cope.”

“What about your grief? When do you get the chance to break down?” Her usually warm brown eyes are full of a profound sadness.

“Stop looking at me like you’re never gonna see me again. And don’t worry about me. I can handle my dad, and I can handle myself,” though you speak with confidence, you can feel yourself wavering. Doubting for a moment if the strength you hold is as robust as you claim it is.

“If you get to a point where you need to put yourself first, please know that nobody would ever blame you. None of us,” she says, taking your hand in hers much like Kira and Mari did earlier, squeezing it tightly.

“I know,” you nod.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, breaking it occasionally with casual conversation and reminiscing on older days. Until Haru too has to gather her things and leave.

“Do you want me to walk you to the station?” She asks as she slides her arms into her coat.

“No, no. It’s fine. I think I’m just gonna sit for a while. Finish my drink.”

She nods, pulls you into your third and final crushing hug of the day, and heads off home through the door. The sound of the little bell dinging follows her as she goes.

You pass the time people-watching through the window. Familiar faces you’d seen around you all your life—faces that you’d likely never see again. Savouring the last of your drink, the scent of the cafe, and the view from your favourite spot by the window until the time comes for you too to leave.

As you fix your hair from under the collar of your coat, you don’t see the customer entering into the cafe as you pass through the door. Bumping face first into a warm, solid chest. The man holds you by the shoulders as you start to topple backwards, holding you steadily in place.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see-”

“Don’t worry about it,” the smooth voice chuckles lightly. “No harm done.”

He releases your shoulders and sidesteps you to enter the cafe so quickly you don’t even catch a glimpse of his face. Leaving you standing on the step as the last light of your last day in the 2nd Ward warms your skin.

The 13th Ward isn’t too far away from where you grew up in the 2nd Ward, separated only by the 3rd. So it didn’t make sense for the weather to be so drastically different. The sky was entirely overcast, forbidding even a single ray of sunlight to pierce through and touch the ground. And it was cold. That was to be expected so late in the year, but you found yourself shivering, the chill creeping into your skin even through your layers. Looking over your shoulder from where your dad was unloading boxes from the car, you just couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. 

“There are more ghouls than humans over there! To the point they’re fucking eating each other to survive!” Kira’s voice rings in your head, and you realise you’ve never felt like prey before. Until now.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” Your dad huffs as he drops a box at your feet. Standing up straight and stretching out his back nonchalantly. 

How he could be so calm was beyond you, but then, that might be the peace of mind serving a decade in the CCG brings you. Killing ghouls was second nature to him. “Sorry, I’m on it,” you say, picking up the box and hoisting it high to get a secure grip.

“Take these too, will you?” He drops two metal cases from the rental car on top of the box in your arms, the weight of them instantly making your arms ache. You’re momentarily transfixed, having not seen them in months; an ache settles in your chest too. Pushing the thought out of your head, you focus on the task at hand—getting your possessions into your new apartment before the sky gets the chance to grow darker.

The place wasn’t too small. The CCG retirement package was generous and allowed your dad to find somewhere to live that was suitable for you both, but more importantly, suitable for his needs. The larger pieces of furniture were already delivered by some of your dad's work buddies, traditional movers, all refusing to set foot this side of the 3rd Ward; beds, couches, appliances. All that remained was to make the house a home as best you could.

You managed to get everything inside before sunset, and with the door secured with five deadbolts, you felt you could somewhat relax into your bed after the strenuous move. Most of your belongings are unpacked and organised. The only tasks left were to unpack your clothes and look for a job, though you were unsure what kind of establishments would even be hiring in the so-called most dangerous Ward. Your dad insisted you didn’t need to work, but you knew you both couldn’t survive long solely off his retirement fund.

But as you lie there and the heavy hand of sleep begins to drag you under, you find yourself thinking of your friends, missing them already even though only a day has passed. You drift off to sleep, missing the life you had to leave behind and, weirdly enough, thinking of the stranger whose warm hold you fell into.

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[ouryoshimura]

"Tokyo Ghoul:re [QUEST]" by Sui Ishida &Shin Towada

[fineassdorito]

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[dolaries]

Kishou Arima from Tokyo Ghoul:re[quest]

[kenkamishiro]

re:quest [tension] - chapter 5

This is the last chapter of “tension”. It’s been lots of fun translating it, and though it’s been difficult, I’ve learned a lot from it. The next short story I’m planning on translating is “quinquies”, the short story featuring Saiko and the Qs. It’ll be a while before that story will be out though because of my schedule. Anyways, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoyed “tension” as much as I did!

For those who haven’t read “tension”, the short story about the CCG art festival, you can read chapter 1 here. Enjoy!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)

Today was the day of the art festival. The convention centre located in the same ward as the CCG main office was showing a turnout unseen in previous years. All sorts of paintings, sculptures, pottery and the like were on display, with the outstanding art that had won awards organized based on the colour of their attached ribbons.

In the midst of it all, Urie was gazing at the red ribbon for the highest honour that was attached to his own painting.

“...(Of course it would go to me.)”

Urie, who had been an Academy scholarship student and had graduated top of his class, was continuing to pile on achievements. The people around him had been praising him for being outstanding even in his hobbies. Though he had been furious as to why all the Qs had won some sort of award, but he was the only one who had been able to win the highest honour that so few could achieve.

“...Urie.”

“...(So you’re here.)”

Everything that Urie had done was to show the overwhelming difference between him and this man. He turned around and faced Takeomi.

“Congrats on getting the highest honour.”

“It’s not really a big deal. (Take that!)”

“No, what you said was absolutely true. Art isn’t something you can just make in a day,” Takeomi said to Urie as he observed his painting.

Usually Urie would get irritated whenever Takeomi complimented him, but today was different. Takeomi was a human who couldn’t appreciate anything related to art. He just couldn’t compare to Urie, and that made Urie feel good.

“So, how did you do? (Do you even get an award for participating?)” Urie asked nastily.

“I got an honourable mention,” Takeomi said.

“...honourable mention?”

A sense of dread filled his chest for a moment from his unexpected words.

Honourable mention? You of all people? How?

It’s just an honourable mention, Urie told himself. There was no reason for him to care about it. But his heart continued to race.

“It was all because of your advice. Thanks.”

“There’s no need to thank me. (I don’t remember giving him advice. What the hell is he talking about? Did he just try to copy me and paint something?)”

He felt a sense of discomfort crawling along his body like a bug. Takeomi, with no knowledge of how Urie was feeling, said, “I’ll see you later then,” and prepared to leave.

“Bujin, I just saw your art! It’s so cool!” a lively voice jumped in. Itou Kuramoto, whose eyes always appeared to be closed, ran in, followed by Michibata Shinji, whose notable features were his sideburns and lower eyelashes. Those two men were in the same squad as Takeomi as his seniors, and it looked like they had just seen Takeomi’s artwork.

“How’d you transport that thing up here!? But first I wanna hear about how you got the materials for it!”

“...(How you transported it? Materials?)”

It seemed that Takeomi had made something quite unique.

“I took my father’s car and went up to the mountains.”

“...!? (Mountains!?)”

Why did he have to go the mountains?

“When Kuramocchan looked up at the thing you made, he was just starin’ at it with his mouth gapin’ wide open!”

“...(Looked up at!?)”

“Ignore him! It reminded Micchi of sports festivals, and he was so excited that he wanted to climb the thing!”

“(Sports festival!? Climb!?)” Urie thought as he watched Takeomi being complimented by his two seniors.

“(No, this doesn’t mean anything, they’re in the same squad...it’s like getting compliments from your family…!)”

Thinking about it, Urie didn’t think he could stand being there any longer. He began walking quickly away from Takeomi and his squadmates toward another area of the hall.

“(What the hell did you make, Kuroiwa Takeomi? You don’t have an inkling of what art is supposed to be. There’s no need for me to worry about this. Yeah, I’m just going to look at your crappy artwork so I can laugh at it…)”

And then Urie heard voices saying, “Did you see what Kuroiwa made?” The voices didn’t belong to Itou and Michibata, but to investigators that Takeomi didn’t interact with. Urie chased after what those investigators were looking at.

“...!?”

Despite the crowd of people surrounding the artwork, Urie could clearly see it.

“A totem pole…(a totem pole)”

It was around three metres tall. From the rough carvings it was obvious that it was made by an amateur, but it still left a huge impact on everyone. Realizing that his jaw had dropped, flabbergasted at what he was seeing, Urie closed his lips in a fluster.

He thought about why Takeomi would have made something like this, and then he finally remembered.

...instead of using a delicate tool like a paintbrush, why don’t you make something out of wood instead?

Despite Urie having said that sarcastically, Takeomi had taken his comment to heart.

“Just like I expected from Kuroiwa.”

“He really is different from everyone.”

Appreciation for Takeomi was entering Urie’s ears, which was what he hated hearing the most.

“(This is why I hate that bastard!)”

Urie gritted his teeth and left the hall.

After Urie had left, two women were standing in front of the totem pole.

“Madam!”

Recognizing one of the women, Gori Misato, a tall investigator with a beauty mark on the middle of her forehead, rushed over to her. Misato had worked under Special Class Investigator Kuroiwa Iwao and had participated in the 11th ward Special Countermeasures Unit created to deal with Aogiri, and the Owl Suppression Operation in the 20th ward.

“Hello, Misato-san.”

The woman who gave Misato a smile was Iwao’s wife and Takeomi’s mother. She had married at a young age, so she didn’t look like someone who would have a twenty-year-old son. Her appearance was a contrast to Iwao’s, whose bulk and stability made him look much older.

“It’s been a while, madam.”

“Thank you for always helping my husband.”

“Don’t mention it! Your son’s efforts are quite remarkable.” Misato looked up at the towering totem pole.

“I’ve also heard about your great efforts from my husband.”

“Oh dear...I don’t really have much though.” Misato was happy that her boss that she respected so much said that about her, but she decided to act humbly.

“Did you come here to see what Special Class Kuroiwa and your son made? Special Class Kuroiwa’s platter was quite splendid.”

Iwao had lost his left arm, but he was still working as an investigator. She couldn’t imagine how he had made the platter with just his right hand.

“No,” Kuroiwa’s wife said, shaking her head. “I came here today to meet Shinohara-san’s wife.”

Misato saw the woman standing next to Kuroiwa’s wife. The wife of Shinohara Yukinori, who was also known as the “Indomitable Shinohara”, showed a smile strong to the core.

“You are...Special Class Shinohara’s wife?” Misato bowed her head.

“I heard that Juuzou’s art was being exhibited, so I came here to see it.”

Shinohara had collapsed, and it had been a long time since he had regained consciousness, but to this day his wife and Juuzou continued to interact.

“I believe Suzuya Juuzou’s art is at the centre of the hall. It’s next to Mikage Miyuki’s crop circle made of origami cranes.”

Shinohara’s wife contemplated Misato’s directions. “I was trying to find it, to be honest. Thank you,” she said gratefully. And after a few more words, Misato split off from the two women.

“...”

As Misato stared at the retreating backs of the women who continued to support their investigator husbands, she let out a breath, having remembered Amon Koutarou, the man she had long yearned for.

Amon had a strong sense of justice, was outstanding in his work and had a promising future. However, he was said to have died in the 20th ward Owl Operation, though his body hadn’t been found. Misato still didn’t think that he was dead.

“Misato.”

She had been thinking about Amon so intensely, that she jumped when someone called her name.

“What’s with you standing there and spacing out?”

Mado Akira was the one who called out to Misato. Akira was younger and had graduated later than Misato, but she always spoke to Misato in an informal manner. This hadn’t changed even after Mado surpassed Misato in rank.

“...I was talking to Special Class Kuroiwa and Shinohara’s wives just now.”

“They’ve come here? I should greet them.”

Some things hadn’t changed, but there were some things that had, such as Akira’s concern for her surroundings. Misato didn’t know if it was because she was in a position where she had to lead her subordinates, or if it was because Sasaki and the Qs that were assigned to her had made her like this.

“I’ll be off then.”

“Yeah…”

Akira turned her back on her. It was a delicate back carrying heavy responsibilities.

“...Mado Akira.”

“Yeah?”

Without realizing it Misato had called out to Akira.

Akira was an excellent investigator with a deep knowledge of quinques who always kept calm. From now there would be more future female investigators who would look up to her. But Misato knew that underneath her calm exterior was a torrent of emotions. She knew because Akira had cried for Amon Koutarou and her classmate Takizawa Seidou.

“...”

Previously at the Auction Cleanup Operation, a mysterious ghoul had suddenly appeared and wreaked havoc on the investigators. No one in Misato’s vicinity talked about that unexpected incident, but it left behind an ominous feeling.

“...Misato?”

Akira had been stopped, and she watched as Misato was unable to get her words out. “What do you need?” she asked, tilting her head. She scoffed, putting her hand on her lips as she watched Misato.

“You don’t have anything to say, yet if you have the time to stop people, lead me to where the Special Classes’ wives are. I’ll show you a delicious curry shop as my thanks.”

In a convoluted way, Akira had invited Misato for lunch.

“How does that sound?”

Akira smiled. Misato blew air from her nose, and stood next to Akira.

“Follow me.”

“My pleasure.”

People were cheerfully looking at the exhibits, walking and laughing with their colleagues. These people, who fought as investigators, had looks of enjoyment on their faces.

Hairu was weaving through these people, slowly, walking alone.

Highest honour, high honour, honourable mention. The artwork that had won these awards had ribbons attached to them. She stood in front of her drawing that she had carefully coloured with her coloured pencils. She stared at the blue ribbon next to her name. A ribbon for high honour.

“And I thought I was gonna get praised a lot for it too.”

Hairu hadn’t gotten the Special Adjudicator award, the only award that was chosen by Arima. She entwined her hands behind her back, and blew a raspberry. Even though she had received the high honour award, it was meaningless to Hairu.

“Figured it’s better to take down ghouls. Tons of them.”

That was the easiest way, she thought while staring at her art. However, something caught her attention, and she turned toward it. The people in her surroundings began to stir.

With his silent gaze behind his glasses, just the sight of the man walking left goosebumps in everyone.

“Arima-san, I wanted to win the Arima award,” Hairu called out in contrast to her noisy surroundings. Arima stopped next to Hairu.

“Do you mean the Special Adjudicator award?”

“It’s called the Arima award, ‘cause you’re the one giving it out,” Hairu declared. Arima closed his mouth.

“And I spent so much time and effort on it.” Hairu pointed to her own drawing of a teenager and a young girl standing within the beautiful flowers.

“...it was disqualified from the award,” Arima said bluntly.

“Huh?” Hairu’s cheeks swelled. Arima kept staring at Hairu’s drawing.

“Because that scene is nostalgic and brings me back.”

He had memories of that place.

Whether human or ghoul, there a was a rule that forced them to never talk about this secret, of this moral contradiction and the place where they had been brought up - the Sunlit Garden.

That was where she had met him.

Hairu giggled. They shared this memory, and she couldn’t help but feel giddy because of it.

“Shao is going to join us starting next year.”

“Shao! I want her to clean my ears again! It felt so good!”

“Yes, please treat her well,” Arima said, and then he left. It seemed that he had to go somewhere. Most likely it was related to Haise.

“Hairu!”

Hairu, who had been gazing at her drawing alone, now had someone else standing next to her.

“...Koori-senpai.”

“So you got the high honour award. That’s amazing,” Ui said while looking at Hairu’s art.

“Koori-senpai, but you got the highest honour award.” Hairu began walking away from her drawing, Ui following close behind. Ui, who would always lecture her not to walk behind each other during work, didn’t say anything about it this time.

“The Special Adjudicator award is a joke. Though it really is like Arima-san to pick that kind of drawing.”

In the end, Arima had chosen Yonebayashi Saiko’s work titled, “My vision of the strongest investigator”. It was a drawing of a very muscular investigator holding a quinque that looked like a gold club that ogres would carry around. It appeared to be modelled after her squadmate Urie Kuki.

“Apparently he chose it because it was the first time he’d even seen something like that. Even though there were tons of others he could’ve picked from.”

Ui was known to complain a lot whenever Arima did something weird.

“Sasaki-kun’s gingerbread castle is really popular, plus that painting full of circles is just plain disturbing. The Qs are such a strange bunch…”

“Koori-senpai,” Hairu said, interrupting his tirade.

“What?”

“Let’s get to work.”

It didn’t matter who had won what award.

“...but I’m on break.”

“So am I. But we’re here together now, aren’t we?” she said to Ui’s unamused face, continuing to smile.

“Isn’t this great? We have tons of things to do. It really does fit us better to be holding quinques instead of pencils and scissors, don’t you think? But if you don’t wanna, I’ll just go by myself,” Hairu said and headed toward the venue’s exit.

I have to hurry.

So she could be praised by Arima.

Because we don’t live long.

Whatever reason they had been created for, why they had such a fate imposed on them, none of it mattered. As long as she could get that hand to gently stroke her head again, just like when she was little.

Ui let out a loud sigh behind Hairu, but he quickly raised his head and passed by her.

“We’re going,” he turned around and instructed.

“‘Kay!” Hairu answered.

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[satoshi-mochida]

A website opened on Tuesday to announce that Tomohito Oda's Komi Can't Communicate (Comi-san wa Comyushō desu.) manga is inspiring a television anime adaptation that will premiere this October on TV Tokyo.

The anime's cast includes:

-Aoi Koga as Shōko Komi

-Gakuto Kajiwara as Hitohito Tadano

-Rie Murakawa as Najimi Osana

Ayumu Watanabe (Mysterious Girlfriend X, After the Rain, Children of the Sea) is the chief director for the anime, while Kazuki Kawagoe (Beyblade Burst God storyboarder and episode director) is directing the anime at OLM. Deko Akao (Snow White with the Red Hair, Noragami, Flying Witch) is in charge of series composition. Atsuko Nakajima (Hakuoki: Demon of the Fleeting Blossom, Ranma ½, Tokyo Ghoul:re) is designing the characters.

Viz Media is releasing the manga in English, and it describes the story:

Timid Tadano is a total wallflower, and that's just the way he likes it. But all that changes when he finds himself alone in a classroom on the first day of high school with the legendary Komi. He quickly realizes she isn't aloof—she's just super awkward. Now he's made it his mission to help her on her quest to make 100 friends!

Oda launched the manga in Weekly Shonen Sunday in May 2016, after first publishing a one-shot version of the manga in September 2015. Shogakukan published the manga's 20th compiled book volume on February 18. Viz Media published the manga's 12th volume on April 13.

[tgreuniverse]

Hey, I see you've translated Ch. 4; Pt. 1 of Tokyo Ghoul:re: Quest Quite a while ago, as for now there've been no updates. Are you not going to translate the rest? If not please mention this to me, that will be appreciated!

Yes, after a very long (T_T) hiatus I’m back and planning to work on more translations soon!

[sandnerd]

SAO Alicization: War of Underworld - Ep 7 - Il marchio del disertore

IN ITALIA L’ANIME E’ DISPONIBILE GRATUITAMENTE SULLA PIATTAFORMA VVVVID! SUPPORTIAMOLA! ---> https://www.vvvvid.it/show/892/sword-art-online-alicization-war-of-underworld/1005/541291/il-marchio-del-disertore

Ripartiamo veloci, il ritmo della battaglia non ci permette distrazioni. Le due bimbette, le cavaliere numero 28 e 29, la scorsa puntata non erano scomparse chissà dove come temevamo e stanno facendo il loro dovere uccidendo goblin a più non posso con una nonchalance invidiabile. Trovano anche il tempo per criticare il povero Renly, che non mi sento di giudicare poveretto, è stato preso dal panico ed è andato a nascondersi, la guerra non tutti sono capaci di affrontarla coi nervi saldi. Ma andiamo dal cavaliere in questione, nascosto all'accampamento che riflette su quanto sia un buono a nulla; e vediamo alcuni dei suoi flashback, il primo risale ad una sorta di revisione che la Somma e Chudelkin hanno fatto di Renly in passato, decidendo che era una sorta di prodotto difettoso poichè non era mai riuscito a fare il rilascio delle sue armi e congelandolo, direi che non gliel'hanno fatta pesare per niente sta cosa, no no.

 Intanto nella tenda entrano Ronye e Tiese, che non sapendo dove portare nonno Kirito decidono di nasconderlo proprio in quella tenda e difendere l'entrata se fosse necessario; hanno deciso di portarlo via dalla battaglia come invece faceva supporre lo scorso episodio, e menomale, mi ero fatta un bel facepalm quando avevo visto che avevano sistemato il nonnetto sul campo di battaglia. Le due ragazze scoprono che accovacciato lì vicino c'era Renly, impegnato a piangersi addosso, e gli spiegano il piano "Difendiamo il nonnino" perchè magari le può aiutare nell'impresa, ma irrompe un goblin pronto a uccidere tutti. La situazione si ferma, anche il goblin capisce il momento e si ferma a prendere un tè, perchè c'è un altro flashback di Renly, che riguarda un suo caro amico prima che lui diventasse cavaliere, amico che durante un combattimento amichevole è stato ucciso dallo stesso Renly. Ma l'amico non gliene ha voluto, e come ultima cosa gli ha detto di diventare un cavaliere fantastico. A scatenare questo ricordo di Renly è stato Kirito, che si mette a stringere la mano attorno alla spada e gli fa pensare che nonostante lui non si possa muovere la brama di proteggere le persone non gli è passata, quindi Renly con che coraggio può ritirarsi dalla battaglia? 

Con una nuova forza quindi fa a fettine il goblin che stava educatamente aspettando e corre a ributtarsi nella mischia uccidendo goblin come se non ci fosse un domani con le due lame a forma di petali, lanciandole e riafferrandole in stile Xena. Da notare quindi che Kirito risolve la situazione anche quando è in coma, che ci vuoi fare se sei il protagonista sei capace di questo ed altro. Renly sconfigge in modo portentoso anche il capo dei goblin, in una sequenza che devo dire è stata molto emozionante, riuscendo anche a fare questo benedetto rilascio delle sue lame. Alla faccia Renly, e menomale che eri un buono a nulla, Eldrie può solo prendere appunti. Arrivano le bimbette cavaliere 28 e 29, che dopo aver puntualizzato che comunque hanno ucciso più nemici di lui riconoscono la sua superiorità e si mettono ai suoi ordini. Ecco, brave, non fate arrabbiare Renly che questo coi vostri sederini ci fa il sashimi. 

Passiamo all'esercito oscuro, in particolare alla truppa delle maghe poppute, dove stanno facendo rapporto alla maga capo. Questa sentendo della morte di tre dei loro capi non si scompone perchè comunque li considerava poco meno di feccia, e dopo essersi assicurata di aver individuato le posizioni dei cavalieri integratori manda all'attacco prima i minion (non pensate a cattivissimo me, questi sono orripilanti in confronto) che vengono sbaragliati dalla spada frangitempo di Bercoulli, vai capo facci sognare, e poi manda gli orchi armati di balestra e le maghe poppute, in modo che sfruttino la magia oscura scaturita dalla battaglia e la trasformino in proiettili incendiari. Intanto Alice ha ancora con sè la palla creata lo scorso episodio, non è ancora chiaro cosa voglia farci, ma sta continuando ad assorbirci dentro le anime degli umani e dei mostri indistintamente, notando che le une quanto le altre emanano tepore e magia buona, e chiedendosi a questo punto perchè mai si combattano. Trova anche il tempo di pensare a Kirito, ma combatti e basta che se lo viene a sapere Asuna ti fa a pezzettini. Le maghe poppute cominciano a prepararsi per i proiettili incendiari, ma fanno ripetutamente cilecca, chiedendosi come mai visto che la magia oscura di cui hanno bisogno dovrebbe aleggiare ovunque a causa della battaglia. 

Alice ha terminato la palla, e dicendo che si assumerà il potere di tutte queste anime per il bene di un'unica persona, la combina con il potere dei fiori della propria spada creando un raggio potentissimo che fonde letteralmente l'esercito oscuro e le rocce circostanti. Wow io sono sconvolta, non capisco tutta questa preoccupazione a inizio battaglia dato che i cavalieri integratori, che sono solo 5 o poco più, si stanno dimostrando perfettamente padroni della situazione. La soddisfazione nel vedere quel fiore enorme sparare questo raggio incadescente poi è stata immediata, però ecco, Alice, piantala un pò di pensare a Kirito, che sei una tipa tosta e mi deluderesti se te ne fossi innamorata come ogni singolo personaggio femminile da 4 stagioni a questa parte, eddai su, un pò di originalità. Termina qui l'episodio, ci stanno andando seriamente coi piedi di piombo con questa battaglia, ma questo aiuta ad avere una panoramica su tutti i personaggi, invece di buttare dentro il calderone settemila nomi e vicende e nel giro di 13 puntate finisce tutto e tu stai ancora lì a chiederti come si chiamasse quel tipo che in teoria era il protagonista (Tokyo ghoul:re, ne sappiamo qualcosa?). Comunque bello anche questo episodio, le musiche sempre sul pezzo e l'epicità è tangibile, non vedo l'ora di vedere il seguito! -sand-

[kyanitedragon]

I'm screaming, Hori's canonly played the "Oh look it's Kaneki!" card

[Read :re quest here!]

[iminlovewitharimakishou]

fem arima kishou cosplay

so as you can see i am crazy in love with arima. And i've realized. There's a lot of fem kaneki's cosplay but not one fem arima cos. Heck, even arima's cosplay is kinda rare.

I understand, yes our boy Kaneki is the main character, but nothings wrong with showering arima with loves.

And yeah. We have Daddy arima, why cant have MOMMY arima.

So, yeah. Im starting a fem arima kishou cosplay. Wish me luck guys!

[inthesweetmadness]

arima kishou in :re[quest]

[newsintheshell]

Pet, anticipata in un nuovo trailer la sigla di coda dell’anime

La serie animata tratta dal manga di Ranjou Miyake arriverà su Amazon Prime Video da gennaio 2020.

Pubblicato un terzo trailer di “Pet”, la serie animata basata sulla Remaster Edition dell’omonimo thriller psicologico a tinte sovrannaturali, firmato dalla mangaka Ranjou Miyake.

Il video anticipa la sigla di coda della serie, intitolata "image _____" ed interpretata da Memai Siren (Karakuri Circus). ad opera .Nel precedente trailer era invece presente un estratto del brano di apertura "Chou no Tobu Suisou",  realizzato da Tk from Ling Tosite Sigure (91 Days, Tokyo Ghoul:re 2nd season).

L’anime, prodotto per conto di Twin Engine, sarà trasmesso sia in tv che distribuito in esclusiva streaming da Amazon Prime Video a partire dal 6 gennaio 2020.

La storia è ambientata in un mondo ne quale esistono persone con formidabili poteri psichici, in grado di infiltrarsi nelle menti degli altri e manipolarne anche i ricordi. Queste abilità possono arrivare a distruggere lo spirito degli altri, ma allo stesso tempo possono anche corrompere il cuore dell’utilizzatore. È per questo che questi soggetti, chiamati spregevolmente Pet, vengono spesso assoldati per coprire incidenti, omicidi e altri misfatti.

La serie è diretta da Takahiro Omori (Durarara!!, Baccano!) e sceneggiata da Sadayuki Murai (Boogiepop Phantom. Knights of Sidonia), presso Geno Studio (Golden Kamuy, Kokkoku). Il character design di Junichi Hayama è stato adattato per le animazioni da Masashi Kudou (Bleach, Chain Chronicle: The Light of Haecceitas).

Autore: SilenziO))) (@s1lenzi0)

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