Deku Without Arms Novels & Stories

When it was done, Deacon lay Lucas gently on the ground using a soft rope made from the Unugoau tree, common in the area, and then the real work began. Lucas couldn't see what his men were doing. His eyes were swollen shut, and even breathing was difficult. But he was lucky. Before choosing exile, Deacon came from a spiritual pack and learned antidotes for all the nasty creatures in folklore and reality. If anyone knew what to do to save Lucas's life, it would be his Beta.

"It has been replaced with a robotic arm, commander. I believe I can still serve and fight in the Frontline when the need be." "Unfortunately I bring sad news," He took off his hat and I already knew where he was headed to. "We have to let you go, Karina. Having a robotic arm means you're now disabled." I smiled and forced myself to stand up from the bed, even though the deputy commander tried stopping me. I ripped off the IV from my left arm and stood at ease in front of Commander Abramov. "I can still serve sir, I promise, I'm fit for combat. . ." I tried convincing him, but before I could complete my statement my legs gave up and I fell depleted to the ground. "I can still serve," I said

When she heard that both of her father’s legs had already been amputated, she naturally felt very distressed deep inside. She understood her father’s character very well. He had always been very strong and tenacious throughout his life. It would certainly be a very huge blow to him if he would have to be seated in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. This was also the same case for her master, Kazuki, who had been studying combat and fighting throughout his whole life. However, he never would have thought that he would end up becoming a completely useless person because he had underestimated Charlie’s strength. Kazuki was originally a combat and fighting master, but now, he could only spen

"A zuciya ga zuciya?" He grins. "Na'am. Koyaushe." Drinks Of Waterfall tends to his wounded shoulder (the one with no arm attached) while holding Red Flower in his good arm. She watches with big brown eyes as her father rubs at the stitches holding his skin together. Michelle watches him with slight sadness as he still hasn't gotten over the fact that his arm was gone and it wasn't coming back, leaving a mangled stump in its wake.

Now they were heading back to the village. Megara lowered her gaze and looked down at the huge trees, their leaves were fluttering in the air just like her robe was. Her heart was heavy but her face looked cold. "Master, your left arm. Before we sat off for the sect, please, let me see it." Ida said, she was riding her sword beside them and her worried gaze was fixated on Megara's left arm. She immediately noticed her master's Injury because she is a disciples in the healing department. The others were shocked to learn about Megara's injury. This was probably the first time their master got injured this severely.

They would rather believe in the latter. In the field, it was an absolute mess, but the tomb was intact. When the dust was gone, a figure fell from the void. It was the expert of the Inuit who was at the late stage of Deity Realm. The one-armed elder had a shocking trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely shocked. He was too familiar with this sword strike. Although its power was less than one tenth what it was on that day, this sword intent could not fool him. When the sword intent condensed in the hollow was caught in his palm, he felt a sharp pain in the broken arm of his right arm.

The reedy voice drifted from the doorway of what had once been an alchemist's shop before the district's slow descent into darkness. Marek, the junk dealer, watched her with his good eye, the other a milky orb that seemed to look inward rather than out. Missing three fingers from his right hand and walking with a permanent limp from some long-ago injury, he was still one of the few in the Veil who'd treat her fairly. Not from kindness—such sentiments rarely survived in Lowcrest—but from the pragmatic recognition that honest trade partners were valuable in a world where most would slit your throat for an extra crust of bread.

It was a small county located at the base of Millionth Mountain. A thirty-year-old man was loading bags of cement into a truck at a construction site in Longstream. He was drenched in sweat and his clothes were covered in cement dust, yet he worked tirelessly. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the man had only one arm. His other arm had been amputated. This man’s name was Curtis Wunder, codename— Wolfsbane.

"What...?" "Just hold her for a while, okay?" Dumbfounded, Dellinger nodded. "Alright, ah, then..." Yet before they could interact much more, Delia wriggled off his lap. Surprisingly, she did not return to Katherine. Over Dellinger's shoulder, she must have caught sight of Pather who fumbled with the ladle in one hand as he balanced the bowl on his knees. Though Katherine had treated the arm stump, the hand could not be replaced and some burn scars were left on the side of his head.

His body was covered with bruises, claw marks, and canine bites. "Useless fools!" I couldn't help but freak out, shaking the whole enormous cave with my voice. "I only have one weapon left!" I thought about it. However, I was not even sure if this one could be trusted. She had a dark heart, but she was new. "My goddess, I have news!" My one and only warrior, who managed to escape in that dragon's kingdom, came in. He bowed to me. He had lost his right arm when he dared to fight Delmar.