Did Uzui Lose An Arm Novels & Stories

"There is no need to fight this war. Call off your men, Uche. We should not horn with the blood of our fellow countrymen." "I see. So you are against us. Very well, like I said. I will enjoy killing you this time." "You are not listening to me, Uche. Killing me will not…" Ejima screamed as something sharp ripped through her right arm, cutting flesh and bones. The force was so great that it had pushed her backward and pinned her arms on the tree. She shrieked in horror, breathing and cursing as her blood oozed like a fountain. "You are a monster," she cried as she watched Uche. He had notched another arrow.

The only thing I needed to worry about currently. Not Harland or Bellamy. My parents. The war. Jonah. Ciaran. Eiecrunt. All of it faded into the back of my mind as I tightened my arms around Ulrich. His broken arms now floated limply by his sides. The fabric splints they had secured them with were now soaked. At least there hadn't been any blood. Would have made the entire process a lot more gruesome than it had to be. "Teagan, why don't you let Pop handle this? Get some rest. Shower and-"

We had tried to investigate that matter but still had no clue. Our only clue was Isabelle, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by asking her such things. She lost an arm due to that incident and almost had a near-death experience. She must've been traumatised by it. It'd be cruel to make her reminisce about it.

as my mother would say. Soshi listens to me attentively sitting next to me eating a little, I find it curious that Hiroki doesn't feel any kind of jealousy towards Soshi? because he knows that we are like two drops of water, we are like brothers, so to speak. Soshi helps me to eat since my right arm was the one that got hurt and now it will be very difficult to try to do some physical activity. It still hurts too much.

He looked like he was about to try one last desperate thing. Kishimoto quickly stood up and moved so fast even catching me by surprise. A long curved silver flashed and Hattori's right arm dropped to the floor, the stump of his severed arm sprayed blood all over the place. The piercing scream that Hattori emitted would be remembered for years. Kishimoto cleaned his Katana and slid his Katana back into it's scabbard. Hattori was on his knees cradling his severed arm. "Get this piece of filth out of my sight!" Kishimoto.

Arina and I talk and read all day. The mekrai come only once for the last dressing change. The arm that my sister no longer has is perfectly healed. The cut was clean, at elbow height, made by a possibly hot blade. She doesn't remember — or at least she says she doesn't remember — how it happened. She said she felt pain, her arm was pulled and then more pain, and she lost consciousness. I do not believe this. I don't believe that one bit when I see the emptiness in the depths of his eyes when he looks at the incomplete arm. But she doesn't want to talk about it and I don't insist.

he ordered. The warrior grinned and rose from his chair, quickly making his way to Alpha James. However, as soon as he neared, he received a resounding slap across the face that reverberated throughout the room. He let out a cry of pain as James grabbed his right arm and twisted it, causing further agony. James noticed that two fingers were missing from the warrior's right hand. "You have already lost two fingers; how the hell can you even hold a sword?" he demanded before effortlessly shoving the warrior away.

He screamed and hit me with such spiritual energy. I used my left hand to block it. It was on that day I lost my left hand it was squashed to pieces. "Unfortunately you can't grow back you arm can you?" Elnar asked. "I guess I would have to fight with my right hand and my mouth now." I placed one sword in my mouth and the other one in my right hand. I went at it again. He started preparing the Sharingan again. "Oh no! This time it would be what arm?" I thought to myself.

After grabbing a pair of tweezers and removing them, she felt a sense of unease. One by one, she placed the pieces on the table. She then applied medicine to his arm. While she was blowing it lightly, she hissed as if it were her wound. When she raised her head to look at his reaction, she froze. He was staring at her. He did not look like he was in pain. She remembered his one arm being broken when she went to save him from the poison during the war. He never let out a groan, as if he never felt any pain.

Screaming pitifully, he grabbed the broken part of his arm and stumbled as he attempted to run. "My arm… You bastard! How dare you take my arm?!" The man was filled with pain and hate. His right arm was gone. If he did not treat it, it would remain a permanent mark that would prevent him from refining his physique to the next level. "You deserved what you got with that arm." Chase held up his sword, which was dripping with blood, and stared coldly at the escaping figure. "This wild mountain is a forbidden land where you shouldn't have entered. You're lucky to have escaped today but you won't be as lucky the next time!"