Basketball Naruto Novels & Stories

“What do you do?” He blinked with a raised eyebrow. “What do I do?” “With your life. With your… physique.” I winced at my own wording. “I mean… you look like an athlete.” Smooth, Isla. Very fucking smooth. I expected him to laugh, but he didn't. Instead, his lips curved slightly. “Basketball,” he said. “Captain of the team.” Yeah… that's explains it all. Everything about him suddenly made sense. The shoulders, the height, the relaxed but firm stance.

He climbed up the stairs, not to the library, but to the first floor of the building opposite to basketball court to have a view of what was happening inside the court. Aroon stood there and watched. The basketballers were now playing in two teams. Chau and Dae were in the opposite teams. The ball was with Chau and he was running with it towards the opponent hoop. Dae was running beside him, trying to somehow capture the ball. As he reached near the hoop Chau efficiently threw the ball and it went through the basket.

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

It is said that in these two moves under the face of Sasuke are rivals. Naruto, the son of the fourth generation of Nolan Magic Academy, the body has all the energy of the king of the demonic beasts Nine Tails, whenever he is emotional or life-threatening, he will unleash part of the energy of the Nine Tails. And these forces are the fourth generation of all their own power to force the seal in Naruto body, so Naruto does not have the dominant right to this energy. Sometimes he even went crazy and hurt people.

“So we are going to forfeit the game?’ he asked again in exasperation. “I didn’t say that. Of course, we are going to play but forget about winning. That won’t be happening today” “I really don’t see why Nate smiling has anything to do with this match” “Nate is the best player in our region and even if he went nationals, he would still be a big shot. It’s like he’s a natural talent at Basketball. He enjoys playing basketball but he rarely shows it’ “Most of Nate’s shots while playing basketball always have his usual blank face except two when he smiled. They ended up beating the other school 310 - 89”

Everybody laughed and Hea emphasised, 'It's out of order so we should follow the rules! Minho was going to take the ball but Noora rebounded with the ball in the blink of an eye. TaeHwan Illuminated to Hea while shifting his left-hand position to the right-hand side, 'That's not an ordinary basketball game, that's how the mafia plays. There are rules to have five members on a team, but look we have four, don't we?

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

"Did you see that?" Jonathan asked excitedly, nudging Amanda's shoulders and pointing to the TV where Naruto was currently playing. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the TV, "yeah I did, that was super cool" she said even tho she has no idea what he was talking about, she hasn't been paying attention to the anime, and not because she didn't want to.

I nod. "Wait how'd you know that?" He asked. "When you have an older brother and you're the only one who he can play it with when you're young, you get to be influenced by the game." I say. He smiled. "Guy's gal. Alright. Let's play." Both of us headed to the ring and he starts grabbing the basketball. He stands right across me while dribbling the ball. "I won't go hard on you." He says. "Oh please. All those Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Kobe Bryant moves are all in here." I pointed to my temple.

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketba