Armor Naruto Novels & Stories

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

a familiar voice said behind her. Turning around she saw one of her brothers who was resting his back on the wall with his arms crossing his chest and his eyes on her. He was wearing his normal black clothes, his ninja armor, which consists of a black jacket, black trousers, light black sandals, and a ski mask which he lifted up so that his face will be seen. "Lost? Really?" she asked, ignoring the kid part he had called her. "Yes, lost if not we would have seen you when Master Storm had whistle."

"I'm going to f*cking kill everyone." No one dared to stop Vanluke Kromatova from gunning every considered useless person. His mind is entirely absorbed in retrieving Ara even if he has to go through hell for it. He took out his five-shot, double and single action large-caliber revolver that can fire .500 matching magnum cartridge. Enough for a brain splattering head on gunfight his gut is trembling for.

Asura pointed sharply at his younger brother with his index finger. The fire demon screamed loudly and pulled out the weapon taken from the volcano earlier. From Arya Santanu's chest came a dark red armor with the symbol of the sun. The armor immediately covered Arya Santanu's entire body and merged with the fire demon's gloves and shoes. "What?! Asura is using his armor?!" Hiranyaksipu knew very well the power of the armor. For a moment, his hands trembled. Arya Santanu's head was protected by a visor adorned with a crown made of red flame. But if you looked closely, the crown was floating just above Arya Santanu's head. The crown was not fused with her head protector.

At least not until I can wrap my head around what happened. “I don’t know where that power came from. All I know is my arms are numb and everything tingles,” I explain, glancing over my shoulder to check no one is witnessing this. “Please don’t get Ren. I’ll deal with it.” Noah looks skeptical, taking another lasting look at the damage to the wall. “Fine. He is your mate after all.” I nod grimly.

Every muscle in his body is tensed, ready to tear me apart, and for a second, I wonder if I’ll even survive the next few minutes. “Zane!” he snarls, his voice echoing across the open space. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here.” I don’t move. I can’t. I’ve expected this, and part of me knows I deserve it. But before Nero can reach me, Arkyn steps between us, raising a hand to stop him. “Nero, hold on,” Arkyn says, his voice calm but firm. “Let me explain.” Nero’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t back down, his gaze burning into me like fire. “Explain? The only explanation I need is why this traitor hasn’t been killed yet.”

The Armament testing range hummed with the sharp crack of gunfire, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and metal. Ronan stood at the firing line, ear protection muffling the world to a dull roar, safety goggles shielding his eyes from the flash and debris. His broad shoulders tensed under the black tactical vest, tattoos peeking from the collar as he sighted down the barrel of a sleek prototype assault rifle. The weapon was a beast, compact, lethal, designed for his company's black-market clients who demanded precision in chaos.

How did h-‘’ ‘’This… is…’’ An object glowing brightly has emerged with his right arm- the weapon appears as a gauntlet with a floating orb and sharp-edged object revolving around it, it somewhat resembles Lamina Mnemosyne but its edge is distinctively much shorter than Zaru’s weapon. Niru is shortly stunned to what has happened, nonetheless, its power made the spirit of valor in him stronger, he confidently faced one of the creatures. On a side, Naran is stuck, astounded to what he has seen, a being of light, its face is all concealed in flashes of colors, and body glittering like a jewel, a beauty he can never picture out.

Everyone was filled with shock after hearing those words. They didn’t understand what Takai did to be this impressive…but judging from Aryan’s shock, they immediately understood. Nanako crossed her arms, showing a prideful expression. “There are some things that you might not know, Master Aryan. “When my uncle sparred with the Aenar Temple, he only showed ten out of fourteen slashes. He usually wouldn’t use the last four since they were the deadliest. “Even if Harvey’s lucky enough to deal with the first ten slashes… Nobody would be able to go against the last four! He’s dead for sure!”

Was she never going to tell me the truth? “Ready?” Anora brings my focus back to reality and I steady my breathing, increasing my focus and heightening my senses. She brings out just one arrow, but I stay ready with both hands. Just as expected, I deflect it and another arrow comes from my peripheral view which I’m able to dodge.