Fourth Hokage Cloak Novels & Stories

"I'm heading out now. When Mom leaves her room, tell her that I'll be back by ten in the morning." They nodded and I made my way outside. Higan had already arrived a few minutes ago but Marcy didn't want me to go anywhere without her finishing my hair. I wondered why they put so much effort into this despite Higan being very much a man. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. Higan was leaning against his car in a white long sleeved dress shirt and black jeans. His eyes raked over me and I blushed at how he was shamelessly checking me out.

The warriors standing through the hall as we walked all bowed and hailed; “sire.” The long, black, and furry cloak I donned, sat loosely on my shoulders. The sacred symbol of the silver fang was embedded in a golden trim at the center of the cloak’s back. I let the hood down, bringing my snow-white hair into view as the cloak swayed behind me—screaming aura, and grace. I took the last corner in the hallway that led to the main entrance. I stopped in my track, hit breaths beginning to escape my nostrils as I started to feel anger slowly rising inside me.

I summoned chaos energy, and I could feel the sacred layer underneath all the boxes. “The sacred layer is under all that,” I said, and Hakan moved the boxes in a hurry. The man looked completely out of place, anxious and desperate to find the sacred cloak, so he threw everything aside to get to the cloak. He opened the last box and saw the golden cloak. It was an old, wrinkled cloth that looked like it was about to tear. I frowned because it didn't make sense to me; it wasn't the cape I had seen in my visions.

he finally said. The shadow clan always wears the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku because it merges with the shadow powers and remains invisible to the human eye. If a member of the shadow clan puts on something else, although they would remain unseen, the clothes would be visible. So, we went back to my cabin before heading to the station, and I put on my motorcycle leather suit and helmet. It was for the sheriff to be able to see me. The man in the trunk woke up and turned into a wolf before we got out of the cabin. I pulled out my blade, and Jacob stood ready for the attack. The wolf glowed at us, considering its next move. But someone shot a dart at it, and it fell.

Even the lords of the Kazakares and the giants of Humshu island attended. Lord Yokohama Yokozuna came dressed in the red armor of his clan. The Yokozuna is a clan of big dark-haired people with an even bigger temper to go with their body weight, this earned them the nickname "raging canons" among enemies and companions alike. Their beasts, the Maitzu are huge-shelled creatures. This allowed them to be able to build structures on their backs and attack from them. A raging Maitzu is unstoppable and no building can stand in its way for long. The Yokozuna clan is the best infantry in all of the human kingdoms and arguably the best in the whole of Mundillum.

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

He has proven himself worthy to be the right hand of Kierra and one of Aria's guardians. I give each one of them my special cloak to hide their powers from the demon. It would be difficult for them to sense us and pinpoint our exact location as long as we are wearing the cloak. We are almost finished with our preparations when all of sudden everything becomes quiet. The raging thunder is gone and the heavy storm stops. There is complete silence in the surrounding. I darted my eyes at Hiro and point my fingers instructing him to carefully look outside to see what just happened. Oslec waves his hand and silently points it to different locations to instruct them to position themselves in the l

It was a man—or something resembling one—standing tall and composed, as if stepping out of thin air was nothing extraordinary. Compared to the twisted creatures around him, he appeared almost human, his form straight and unmarred by the same distortions. He wore a cloak much like the first figure's, the hood pushed back to reveal his head, fabric draping over his shoulders and concealing the rest of his body perfectly. His skin gleamed a sickly pale grey, stretched tight over bones that showed too clearly.

Jayden snorted and in the blink of an eye disappeared from the surroundings. Claire was stunned when approached by a hooded soul reaper. He was wearing super fit black shirt and pants. His body is so well built that any man would envy the perfection of his body. His shoes were a pair of black boots. Gami walks rhythmically as if he were just ramping like a model. As before, Claire could only see Gami's lips. But for some inexplicable reason, she knew Gami was in front, the one who helped her. Maybe it was his voice that served as recognition. It blinked again and, in an instant, time ran.

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.