Cleaning No Jutsu Novels & Stories

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

What appeared to be another of their rank was dead, and they were unfeeling, unconcerned. They really were monsters, and I was trapped in a room with three of them. Nine quirked a brow. “You think it means something.” “A Cleaner sent to clean up another Cleaner? To erase any evidence of us?” The way he said Cleaner threw me off. It was spoken as if it was a title and not a housekeeping position. “That’s to be expected,” Nine said as he walked over to a cart that held a decanter. He pulled out the stopper and poured some of the amber liquid into a glass. “They don’t acknowledge our existence in any way.”

It seems that these girls think they have a chance hence the crowd. Yuto's purification ritual is to reclaim full control of his dragon form because he revealed that he could only maintain it for a couple minutes instead of an easy transformation. Part of it is because he is out of practice. The other part is because his karma has affected his yeouiju so he needs to purify it as well as his body while chanting sutras and mantras that would take hours. So far, after the ritual, he has put the rest of his time on them so that he could finally resume his training and seclusion.

“Brother Zhou, you can just sit on your bed while I clean your room. Oh yeah, promise not to be surprised when you see my talent for cleaning and tidying things. As Rogue Cultivators, my brother and I often take odd jobs to make a living, including cleaning inns for one of them.” “Sure, I guess it's rare for a cultivator to be impressed by another cultivator's cleansing talent.” A few minutes later, Zhou Fu seemed to be forced to not keep his promise because his two palms at that time were making reflex movements applauding Sha Zie's prowess in cleaning and tidying things. All the furniture in Zhou Fu's room seemed to give off a gleam of light because it was too clean and sterile from dust g

The room that was previously empty of air had returned to its original state. Arya Santanu managed to kill the Pillar of Air before he pulled out his sword. The young man knew that if Jaka Bamantara pulled out his sword again, he could use a cheap trick to use his air shadow. "The sword and the person are both cursed, aren't they?" Arya Santanu burned Jaka Bamantara's body and Bayusura's sword with Asura's hellfire. He turned around and saw someone standing at the end of the white room, near the stairs. Arya Santanu saw someone wearing a white robe similar to that of Jaka Bamantara. But on the emblem of the white robe was written the word earth in Sanskrit letters.

SORA'S POV:- I had tears in my eyes as I entered Loid's room holding the cleaning supplies. J was a warrior, for the love of the Moon goddess. They were treating me like their personal slave. I wiped my tears and tried to clean up his room as quickly as possible. After sweeping the floor, I went into his bathroom, carrying all of his laundry to his bathroom. I washed his bathroom then I stepped out. I frowned as I looked around. Did I put his clean clothes away as well? I asked myself while looking around. Shrugging my shoulders, I mopped the floor, set his bed then placed all his things back in their place. I looked at his room, which was completely clean.

The color returned to Sam’s sleeve, but the fabric was scorched. "We can't fight them all, Kaima!" Rowan yelled, pointing down the street. Dozens of canisters were opening. Dozens of grey figures were stepping out onto the asphalt. And behind them, the massive white vans were deploying "Clean-Up Drones"—spinning, bladed discs that hummed with a lethal frequency. "We don't have to fight them all," I said, looking at Sam’s phone. "We just have to change the **Signal**." ---

The woman in the lab coat backed off, her hands clamped over her ears. “Warning! Human emotions detected!” she cried. “Cleaning is failing! Security, help me in Room 402!” The air tore open. Three figures stepped through—like the Specialist, but clad in black armor, carrying poles buzzing with blue electricity. “The Janitors,” June whispered. The Janitors stayed silent. They moved fast. One swung his pole at June. She dove; blue energy grazed her head. The air smelled burned. “Dante, look out!” The second Janitor grabbed Dante's neck and flung him across the floor. Dante slid twenty feet, hitting the wall hard.

"You're so diligent, babe, but you don't need to clean the mansion." "What, Onyx? Do you and Tomi have ninja skills? Why do you always pop up out of nowhere?" Aza complained, her tone laced with annoyance. Onyx chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't know you were so easily startled, babe." Aza rolled her eyes, resuming her cleaning. Onyx stood with his arms crossed, watching her. "Why are you cleaning? Someone else will do it later. Cleaning isn't your thing." "It's better to clean than to just stand around and get on the grumpy one's nerves," Aza replied, her voice barely a whisper as she mentioned Raizen. Onyx moved to stand in front of her.