Jujutsu Piece Script Novels & Stories

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

Roundhouse, then. His right leg bent and lifted at his side, readying to snap around and deliver a foot to her chest. But seeing his muscles prep the move, she was ready. While his leg was in the air, she dropped into a crouch, then swung her leg around to take out his knee—and his ability to walk again. An inch before making contact, she stopped all movement. Point! Those sitting around the mat lying on the wood floor jumped up and cheered. She and her contestant rushed to their feet and bowed. The Sensei dismissed the group for the night’s lesson.

Aki leapt from roof to roof. Her tabi boots touched the tiles lightly before pushing off. She was harnessing Karamijutsu (Body-lightening). Without warning, a tile she was stepping on broke and she slid straight down to the edge of the roof, only managing to grab the gutter in the nick of time. She was dangling there when Yuriko appeared on the incline, just a few feet away, crouching and fanning out a set of throwing knives. Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold.

Shuji screamed in pain as he felt a sharp sting cut across his cheek, almost reaching his neck. “Oops! I only intended to cause a minor scratch on your cheek. But the waves are too rough. I can’t control my movements well. I’ll apologize in advance—I might make a lot of mistakes after this.” Kenji laughed at his faux regret. He had no personal grudge against Shuji, which allowed him to enjoy the process without any anger. “Now, should I go for your hands or feet? Maybe your legs.” Kenji slid the tip of his katana under Shuji’s pant leg, tearing it all the way up to his thigh.

“SO I’M GONNA COME AT YOU WTH EVERYTHING I’VE GOT. DON’T TELL ME I WON’T LAND A PUNCH, JIJI-SENSEI!” Sensei removed the used-up cigarette butt from his mouth in order to replace it with a new one. He flashed a toothy smirk as he lit the fresh replacement. “Whenever you’re ready, Tamashi.” Tamashi bent his knees and slightly lowered himself. “YOU ASKED FOR IT!” Using the power of his feet, Tamashi launched himself towards Sensei, rearing back his right fist. As Tamashi floated through the air as if in a slow-motion shot, He maintained eye contact with Sensei. Intensity swirled in the air as Sensei matched Tamashi’s determined stare with a look of confidence and strength.

He pushed me to the edge of my comfort zone, urging me to go beyond what I believed I could achieve. "How does that weight feel?" Lucas asked me once he put an extra twenty pounds on the bar. "It's heavy," I confessed, slightly out of breath, "but I think I can manage." He nodded, pleased. "Give me ten squats." As the hours passed, we delved into various training techniques. We practiced martial arts, focusing on honing my striking and defensive skills. Lucas's expertise shone through as he demonstrated the intricacies of each move, guiding me to execute them with precision.

I asked, causing them to laugh and affirm their answer. “ Then this practice will help you control your strength while solidifying your foundation. It will also develop alertness and agility in your arms,” I explained. I tied the rope around their hands and instructed them to begin. They shrugged but never questioned or protested. A warm smile crossed my face as I witnessed the unwavering trust, they had in me. UNCLE JIANG'S POV I had just returned and noticed that no one was in the backyard. Eh? Where could all the young masters be? They were usually dedicated to their training and seldom took breaks.

I don’t think if that was just her voice or it was naturally lifeless or unenergetic as it is. How come a girl was looking out for her cousin who looks like a boy who can overthrow any gang leader? This girl is shorter than me and even shorter than Jim. Does she know any martial arts? Is she that strong that she has the confidence to look out for Jim? She doesn’t look like it.

After that, Jude waved both of his hands, making circles and arcs. He could always find a chance to hit his opponents. On the other hand, the ten Special Squad members were like ten bulky bears trying to hit a groundhog. Consequently, they were fooled by the agile groundhog. They did not even manage to touch even Jude's clothes. Jude shuttled around his opponents before they collapsed one after another. In less than three minutes, Jude hit all of them once. They covered the injured part of their bodies and looked at him in fear. The other martial artists threw him admiring and jealous gazes.

I walked straight toward them. "Are you sure you’re ready for this, Luna?" Jude asked as I approached with a grin at his mouth. "It is not too late to back down." I rolled my shoulders. "You tell me." He laughed under his breath and nodded. "Alright, Luna. Let's see what you've got." The drills were no joke, because this was no longer about swinging weapons for show. We went hand-to-hand with footwork, defensive rolls and disarming techniques. The warriors moved fast, and I matched every strike with one of my own.