How Did The First Hokage Died Novels & Stories

I ranted. “And the gunfire?” he questioned. “Shinobu is dead.” I shrugged, walking into my bedroom. “You… you killed him?” he stammered. “Of course. A lesson needed to be learned. No one pretends to be Kitsune. No one kills in my name but me.” I answered as I calmly began to undress.

“All of you, you dare defy my orders?” “Aaaa. Alpha, we pledged to put our lives on the line for you. It’s our duty, you can’t blame us,” Itsuki said, rubbing his hair. Hikari hit his head with his hilt. “Baka (stupid)!” Itsuki chuckled. One by one, the ninjas flopped on the ground wearing sombre faces. All of them had lost someone. Once again, people died right in front of my eyes and I could do nothing to save them.

Among the five esteemed elders, two held significant roles in my life: my grandfather, Pops Hiromichi, and my father's assailant, Uncle Hajime. Pops Hiromichi, a tall and imposing figure, approached us with a smug smile. "Kasumi, my dear granddaughter, how delightful to see you. I trust you received our invitation?" Pops... You watched your son die before you. You imposed my father as the Alpha of the Red Sun pack, yet why were you supporting your second son now? What made you decide to approve him as the next Alpha after learning he slaughtered Father? Those words wanted to come out. This grudge was boiling inside me, wanting to lead me to slaughter them... those other elders who remained b

'Ah, I hope Haku has been tame. Zhou Fu was on the back of the Nine-Tailed Fox and tied up with the only tail remaining. His blue body didn't move at all, even so, all of his senses were still working well enough that he also heard and knew that on the land of Shamo, there was a stupid man who was replacing his death. He also heard, Shen Shen's last sentence telling him that the girl gave up the only protector that Shen Shen had, in order to save herself.

Tokyo, Japan – The Crimson Lotus Hidden Headquarters Renjiro Takahashi sat motionless on his cold throne, his lifeless eyes staring at the wall in front of him. In his hand, a small glass of sake, gripped tightly—but he didn’t even bother to take a sip. It had been six years since his son was murdered before his very eyes. Six years since he lost everything that mattered. Kei Takahashi had been his one true heir—the only hope for The Crimson Lotus. And Antonio had taken him away without hesitation, without mercy.

Then, he sneered and added, “Some time ago, the sixth leader of the Yakuza died inexplicably in his own heavily guarded hot spring resort in Hokkaido. Do you know about it?” Hiroshi immediately nodded. “Almost everyone in Japan knows about this incident. It was reported on the news that he died of a brain hemorrhage.” “Brain hemorrhage?” Yahiko snorted. “Nah, it’s fake news from the public. In reality, he died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master!”

“Kenzo Harusame is dead.” Through their binoculars, Holy Tiger’s sidekicks clearly witnessed Kenzo’s death. Their eyes were wide open in shock. Hailed as the rightful heir to the title of Sword Master, Kenzo had been killed by someone wielding Santoryu. “How is this possible? Tyr Summers is insane!” Initially, they felt confident in rescuing Holy Tiger, but after seeing what happened, fear and doubt came creeping in. “Even Kenzo could not defeat Tyr, who else in Japan can do so?” one of the duo exclaimed in utter despair.

Mitsuhide looked at her and smiled as he pulled her tight. “It’s over.” He said. “It is.” Kit said blankly. “I wonder why he did that exactly,” Mitsuhide said. “I have no clue.” Kit said. “I would have never expected him to do something like that. He would have cared for people getting caught in the blast. He would not have wanted this. He killed three generations of his family, Mitsuhide.” “Well, grief can make you do some crazy things,” Mitsuhide said. “How did you know, though.”

Then I jumped and crossed my legs over the neck of the next person as I took him down and suffocated him to death. I shoot three people in a row as they tried to make their way towards me. And that was all I had to do, the rest were handled by Hinata and Oikawa.

Right after Jiro died in front of her, Reiko still had the mood to approach Kaze with gifts, showing goodwill. She was not to be underestimated as a woman. It would be foolish of him if he treated her like a mere plaything. … “Jiro died in front of Refined Blade Dojo. Reiko Hara was there and she got blood all over her when he died.” Back at Bronze Sparrow, Miru came over with the latest update. “Mhmm. Let’s see if the Ryokanians know how to behave.” Kaze nodded. His phone suddenly rang. It was from Lock.