Jutsu Novels & Stories

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

They were: | Fūton no Jutsu: Wind art Tenmon: Meteorology Karumijutsu: Body lightening art Hichojutsu: Jumping art Bōjutsu: Staff art Bajutsu: Horsemanship art Kyuba: Mounted archery Senseijutsu: Astrology Hitsuzendō: The way of the brush Seishinteki Kyōyō: Spiritual refinement Zanshin: Clear mental awareness Uranai: Divination Jyujutsu: Sorcery

They built their homes from the earth itself, using natural materials imbued with magic to create structures that harmonized with the surrounding landscape. Her parents, Zara and Milak, were pillars of the community. Zara's healing abilities were renowned, her gentle touch capable of mending the deepest wounds. Milak's control over the elements was awe-inspiring, his presence commanding respect and admiration. Together, they nurtured Aqua's budding abilities, teaching her the importance of using her powers for good and instilling in her a sense of responsibility and compassion.

With a graceful and deliberate motion, she flicked her fingers toward the animal. In the blink of an eye, Brand's form transformed. Where a wolf had sat, an imposing figure now stood, impressive muscles flexing beneath the taut canvas of his skin. The air seemed to crackle with the energy of the sudden transformation. As Ulfhild beheld him, her mouth in a perfect 'O' of shock, his every sinew seemed to pulse with power. It wasn't merely the impressive physique that commanded her attention, though, it was the presence that radiated from him, an aura of intensity that dared anyone to challenge him.

He then proceeded to introduce each candidate and their unique abilities: - Aaryn: CHANGE - the power to transform into various forms. - Jet: FREEZE - the ability to freeze enemies. - Raven: SNOW - the power to create snow, even on a sunny day. - Amarok: ARMOUR - the ability to turn his body into an impenetrable armor. - Katniss: SNIPER - the skill to easily target enemies from a distance. I smirked confidently, determined to become the top candidate for the next trainer position.

That was a futile attempt because she could barely move her fingers without wincing. Fuck this! She cursed under her breath. I need to get the fuck up so I can help my dad. Still... her damned muscles refused to cooperate. Insolent body system that has no respect for it's owner. The words sounded like this actually, "I...nnolt oy tsme own." Well at least she had got "own" correctly. "What are you rambling on about, Shelly?" She heard the annoying but happy voice of Kiara. She kept her eyes trained on the door as she walked through it.

“Yuta. And this is?” “Good day, grandfather.” Yuta greeted. “This is Jai Waetford-san, he’s tutoring Ruta.” Jai inclined his head to show respect. “Good day.” The elder’s gaze seemed to be calculating. “What does he excel at?” “He’s good at self-defence arts and he is a thunder elemer.” Yuta said. The elder hummed. “Are you a teacher?” Jai shook his head. “I am not a teacher. But I don’t mind sharing my knowledge.”

Ketut said casually. “Doki-Doki?” Vincent was wondering. “It’s called Doki-Doki. A power focusing on one’s imagination. The swords you wield or planted in you are your Jowa. A Jowa is a thing that becomes the source of your power. Every time you use this power, it costs your Iru that your Jowa produces.” Wayan explained.

LUCIAN: "Watch me". I said before throwing the knife. As expected, it hit the target. "Now your turn". I urged her, handing her another knife. "Dad, I can't". She whined, pouting, making puppy eyes at me. She looked just like her mom. Even at ten years of age, the resemblance was striking. "Come on baby. You can. Just focus okay? Don't you wanna fight bad guys when you get older?". She gave a small nod, smiling.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”