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An official *Inazuma Eleven* spin-off manga focusing on the casual daily life of Gouenji Shuuya, known as the \"Flame Ace Striker\" and shows what the cool collected Gouenji is thinking about.
One-pagers depicting a childhood friend in a suggestive and/or sexual situation with the protagonist.
Hart is a death row inmate with self-destructive tendencies who is drafted into a dangerous mining mission in a perilous forest. There, he encounters the highest-ranking leader, who turns out to be his first love from whom he had once parted ways. Hart tries to resist the strings of fate, but he gradually falls into a dangerous love relationship that defies his status.
An ordinary high school girl woke up one day and found a strange man lying beside her. The monstrous man claimed to be her destined prince…
."I will stay by your side until you grow old." He kept his word. For 50 years, he held his hand with a smile by dawn, and embraced him by dusk. Over the valleys and hills, across the river of time, walking side by side to the ends of earth. ---------By the grace of this miracle, I will dedicate every moment to you.
Read manhwa My Daddy Hides His Power Q: Describe your feelings upon discovering your trusted dad isn’t just an extra. A: W-what the heck… Give me back my ‘Random Imperial Citizen #1’ life… Living in a world of constant war—365 days of chaos—a simple, extra’s existence was a blessing. At least, that’s what I thought. In a small village, I enjoyed a humble life with my loving, ordinary father, James Brown, 27, the epitome of an unremarkable single dad. Or so I believed. “Ladies and gentlemen, presenting my father! The quintessential symbol of extras everywhere! Brown hair, brown eyes, plain and simple!” “…” “This man screams ‘background character,’ living a quiet life chopping wood in a mountain village with his adorable daughter. Right? …RIGHT?” The knight commander merely stared at me in silence. And then, the unthinkable happened. Behind me, my father’s worn staff began to glow with a strange, blue aura. “…Dad?” Before I could process what was happening, his unassuming brown hair and eyes shifted. Slowly but surely, they transformed into… Shimmering silver locks and piercing blue eyes—practically shouting “I’m the protagonist!” “WHAT?!” My simple, extra life shattered into a million pieces as my dad—no, this mysterious powerhouse—gripped his weapon and snarled: “Give me back my daughter, you bastard.”
