Bald Naruto Character Novels & Stories

The man asked with caution, kung kanina he was treating as if I was weak prey that he doesn’t need to get serious with, now he’s treating me with cautious eyes. I smile at him and didn’t reply instead, I pointed above using my chin. But as expected he didn’t fell for tricks, malulungkot na sana ako if it was really a trick but I was damn serious about it. In instant! A bright sword covered with holy aura hack towards the bald man! The attack came from above! It was from Zen! The bald man reacted a little to late thus, he lifted his sword to protect his head much slower. Clang!

But as I reach down, my jaw almost drops. It's not Eren. It's an unknown guy around Eren's age with a brown quiff hairstyle who is watching the television with a packet of chips in his hands. I was on the point to faint but then I realise that he is maybe one of Eren's friend. I clear my throat which makes his gaze darts to me rapidly, his emerald-green eyes wide. Nervously, he straightens himself on the sofa and smiles quite guiltily. "Hey." He crunches on a chips.

The lively guy stops shaking their hands like he was taken aback from a sudden question, and continues, "Ah, I forgot, they called me Zhi, not an alphabet letter 'Z' but 'Z-h-i', I'm Zhi. Nice to meet you, hope you will take care of me." Because of his jolly character, the atmosphere becomes one too. He has black long hair in a shoulder level for a boy, a neat small braid on his left side is tied to the back along with a knot. His fringe has an orange highlight that makes it even more beautiful. His looks are quite feminine, a pretty boy. He was also not so tall, and a guy expert in bow weapon in a moment of fighting awhile ago.

Hit by accident, the two laughing men halted, their smiles disappeared as they looked at Naya coldly. One of them stood up, annoyed. “So you’re a fighter?” He asked as he spat to the side. Then without a word, he crushed the metal chains around his wrists. Naya was stunned. The bald man spat again to the other side then tore his shirt, revealing the tattoos on his shoulders and arms. Carrying a ragged, tough look, Naya immediately went on a defensive stance. This was their real leader, she thought. Not Peter or that minion with a foul mouth.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Below it, another name. RENJI MORI. Hayate closed his eyes. The lamp at the end of the room flickered. A man stepped from behind the cages. Thin. Grey-haired. One side of his face pulled tight by burn scars. He held a chain in one hand. At the end of it knelt a boy no older than twelve. The boy looked up. Same dark eyes as Hayate. Same scar through the left brow. Hayate made a sound I had never heard from him before.

Kurat had long dark hair that when down fell over his shoulders , and facial hair , Ratnik had short dark hair and clean shaving both brothers had the silver eyes of the king . I am having a drink out of my water bottle when Ratnik comes over to me “ Hey Nari , Kurat has asked me to keep you company .” He lets a small laugh out , must be at my facial expression . “ He has to go spar one of the other girls , but doesnt want you to be left on your own. Do you fancy sparring ?” I just shrug my shoulders “ Sure , but you do know I am perfectly fine on my own .” He just smiled at me and shrugged .

Kaze then slowly stepped away but after a few steps, his body started shaking and moments later, he collapsed on the floor and started to twitch uncontrollably. He tried to get up but struggled terribly. Pain consumed him as he lay on the floor, his hands struggling to push himself up. “Hehehe. You caught the gas.” The ninja finally came out of the woods, bearing a vicious gaze. His looks concealed his age because he barely looked human. His face was covered in blisters and scars, a few of them were bleeding. It was a horrible face to look at. He glared at Kaze with his vicious eyes, like a hunter who had just gotten his prey. He strolled casually over to Kaze.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

The figure was that of a handsome man who looked to be in his early thirties with raven hair and stern obsidian eyes. He was wearing a stylish and sophisticated suit as he coldly looked at Maria, who, frightened, couldn't help but think, 'This man reminds me of a certain anime character.' The character that came to mind was associated with a popular anime about an orphaned ninja with a demon fox sealed inside of him, who dreamed of being the leader of his village one day. "It has been brought to my attention that you have broken one of this academy's sacred rules by attacking one of your fellow classmates during a training exercise." Even his voice was cold when he addressed her.