Fourth Hokage Cloak Novels & Stories

He wasn't going to admit it, but that was indeed the case. "I cannot fall behind then" Abe's eyes flashed with a golden hue as his aura climbed to the peak. His power was like the surging waves of an ocean, only that this time the waves never returned; they kept climbing higher and higher. Having broken out of his mental barrier, Abe found to his surprise that he had broken through another level of Nobility. The young Prince chuckled at the unexpected surprise but didn't dwell on it for long; for there was much to be done. He reached out for a long black robe and a mask that symbolised the hero known as Hidden Cloak. He wouldn't be warring as a member of Silver Wolves. None of them would. Th

I better remember that my Caravan is at Hilldale Village, can't leave my portal mirror there. * Sound of door opening* " Kean, I'm back! There wasn't anything close to your uniform so I brought some extra pieces." Hikaru says as he hands me, a huge satchel of clothes without looking at me. " Thanks!" Man! He brought a lot... A cotton white hoody with no sleeves, a black vest, a leather jacket with shoulder guards, a white fancy button-down shirt, a black cloak.... there's still a lot more underneath. ..... I think I even saw underwear... Yup, I did... At least he brought in a big satchel.

Zhou Fu accepted the robe questioningly. "You might see it as just a piece of clothing." Bao Yin spoke in response to the astonished expressions of Li Xian, Xu Xiaofei, Yuan Kai, and Zhou Fu. “In our place, this cloak belongs to the Spirit Tool Top Tier faction. This robe is able to provide extra protection to the wearer. When you are injured by sharp weapons, or poison, or also other attacks, this spirit tool will work to heal your wounds. Although this type of spirit tool is useless to those of us at the Saint King realm, it will be of great help to those at the lower Saint King realm.”

After Alex closed the back door and locked it, there was already someone with dark clothes waiting at the end of the hallway, right at the kitchen's doorframe. The person was tall and by how broad the shoulder looks like, the person is a male. The man was wearing a tight veil and a mask, all black in color. He was also wearing black top and bottom, his calves were bandaged and he was wearing some kind of boots with the toes open. "Out of my way, shinobi-kun." Kiyo said to the man. She stood in front of the man with a tired look. "Kiyo-sama. Pardon me but I have to ask your whereabouts and Haato-san." Said the man with a gruffy and guttural voice. His voice tone was very heavy that if one hea

The corners of his mouth turned up before he breathed out at me in a rusty voice: “Who am I, the Hikizuri wants to know? I'm nothing more than a fighter." How on earth did he know the Japanese term for my kimono? Presumably he also knew about Japan. Who else would wear such professional samurai armor? Apparently he was as serious about the masked ball as I was. My hand slowly went to his face. His pupils then dilated. I gently stroked his left cheek, whereupon he nestled very lightly in my hand.

I have to do it alone and he knew it, it was the way to test me; but he poisoned me with the hatred I just wanted to forget and yet I wasn't strong enough to make that decision. "I can't let you die...I don't want you to die" Hiroki apologizes in regret, very sad, but he knows that if I don't do it there might be more consequences. Aunt Akiyama lends me a kimono, at the top it was white and at the bottom it was red, I wore a waist band of the same color, but a little lighter and a golden buckle of a flower; I tied my hair in a low tail with a white ribbon.

A nifty spell of his known as spatial displacement, which enabled him to advent anywhere across the globe as long as it has a beacon. Kyo's particles would reconstruct several meters away from the beam of light. The wind blowing away the cloak he wore revealing his appearance. Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes.

He repeats his order, his tone firmer, his jaw tighter, his eyes blazing with power as the command goes through the air, “I said, COME HERE.” A grunt of pain rings out, and the sound of someone struggling to breathe floats into my ears. I keep my eyes on the floor, holding my breath and listening instead as the footsteps get closer and closer to us, and only when he stops do I look up. The mark warms on my back and the energy I felt earlier seems to become lesser as I look at him now. The moon’s light bathes a hooded figure in soft ambiance. The cloak he wears is a deep purple, the color of Hunter’s eyes, and as my eyes trail from the leather booths to the pants and loose shirt,

The thought crossed Hikaru's mind once the book mentioned it. When it did, the book floated out of Hikaru's hand. The gold ribbon unfurled and expanded until it was a large sheet, then it split into two. One part morphed into a large dark gold cloak. The other part became a bronze staff that had a skull head. While the cloak donned itself onto Hikaru, the staff dropped to the ground. Hikaru's knees had buckled under the weight of the monsters with one knee painfully hitting the ground.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]