Cleaning No Jutsu Novels & Stories

Jonin felt severe pain all over his body and he gritted his teeth and groaned as he yelled out loud, “Dumbass! Useless fools! Baka!” As soon as his voice fell, he spurted out blood from his mouth before he died directly! When the six ninjas saw that they had already slashed Jonin to death using their ninjatos, their faces turned pale in fright. At this time, Charlie suddenly shook Jonin’s body. As he shook Jonin’s body, Jonin’s body and the six ninjatos that were stuck on his body flew out directly! The remaining six ninjas had not regained their senses yet. They only realized that their ninjatos had already disappeared after feeling a slight vibration between their thumb and index finger!

That doesn’t mean I’ll keep her, but I’ll have to lock her up until Victor is out of the way. ‘Don’t treat her like a prisoner, Lorcan.’ ‘Shut the fuck up, Valsurus. I am not in the fucking mood!’ Valsurus growls in my head, but he says no more. I turn to Josh. “Get this shit cleared away.” “Alpha,” He bows and my warriors follow suit. Once I leave this room, Josh will force someone else to clean the mess. I don’t give a shit as long as it’s done. I walk over to the sink and fill it with soap and water. I then strip to my boxers before setting about washing the blood from my hands, face, and neck.

Soundless as he moved, the area was spacious where his focus of solely cleaning it set his body to relax from the clear mindfulness. A door clicked, and black eyes of the lad gazed at the Japanese woman with a maid uniform identical to the others. Another catching trait was the ear-length blunt cut hairstyle and height similar to Ryuu. The lady glanced at him as she strode to the counter with a dish washing basin in her hands. Ryuu turned his back on her after the sight of her putting water glasses on the compartment sink. Tableware clattered, floor squeaked by his shoes as he cleaned it with the floor mop, and a deliberate flip of a file; a couple of papers were supported by a paper board,

The Transformation The cleaning of the flat was more than just a chore; it was a ritual of purging the past. They started with the windows, scrubbing away years of city grime until the glass was clear enough to let the light pour in. Zara tackled the floors on her hands and knees, her muscles aching as she scrubbed the corners, imagining she was scrubbing away every trace of the humiliation she had endured in Oakhaven.

I was unsure where to start cleaning, but I was determined to get it done. After finishing the cleaning, I overheard Master Terrone arguing on the phone. Curiosity got the better of me, and I crept closer. "It's been months, Jose! Just listen to me!" Master Terrone exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. "No, don't..." he pleaded before the line went dead. Enraged, he slammed his phone against the wall, shattering it. Turning to me, he snarled, "Seems like you love eavesdropping a lot." I offered a small smile and apologized, bowing to leave.