Jutsu Novels & Stories

Takamatsu Henjiro; Isekai's father And also an entity that has powers greater than most gods, his gift in Erath is passive hearing and resistance to fire,while his normal abilities are far too many than can be counted, his personality is not that great since he is the type that act without contemplating much on what might happen or the possible outcome of his actions. Isekai Henjiro; has no gift but only good at Ninjitsu technique , a technique that combined ninja moves and jui jitsu together, he is calm and collected and not that decisive and his name was gotten since his dad wants to use him to remember that he transmigrated to this world.

Ryosuke added, “Besides, the best thing about Sky Dog is that he practices S-level Flute-Killing Art, which nobody in Iga has been able to learn in centuries. The power of this ninja skill is extraordinary. “Forget catching Sky Dog alive, we don’t even know if we can survive his Flute-Killing Art attack.” Ryosuke understood Nine Tails and Rock Field’s ninja skills very well, so he had implemented complementary strategies. Unfortunately, he could not do anything to deal with Sky Dog’s Flute-Killing Art. There was too little information about it, so he had no way to understand it. Besides, it was too powerful, hence it was not easy to deal with!

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

Not enough to remove the limb, but enough that it’s gushing blood and will be unusable. It’s not his dominant hand, so I haven’t really handicapped him. I saw a flash in his eyes as they narrowed, going cold. He finally realized he was not facing me as his daughter, the little girl he taught to use a katana. He’s facing Kitsune, a malevolent spirit thirsty for blood whose skills have gone beyond what he taught me. The warehouse became filled with the sound of our blades clashing. It was a symphony as we danced around the space, each trying to avoid the other’s attacks. He’s yet to make a scratch on me. But I’ve gotten him.

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

Mia wasn't as fast as she used to be an her strikes carried less weight but she was still strong enough to bring down all the beasts that Genji sent her way. Genji fought by summoning untamed beast. Beast are hard to to train but are quite easy to trap so Genji Genji fought by trapping many untamed beasts and summoning them in strategic positions where the first thing that the beasts will see and attack would be his opponent. He traps the beasts in a special paper and places them in any place he chooses and he can release any of the beasts at will.

However, at James’ rank, he could read any script. “The Fists of Wrath…” James looked at the characters before him. This was a Supernatural Art, an extremely powerful technique. James studied the Fists of Wrath seriously. At his rank, comprehending these characters was but a piece of cake. At a simple glance, he could easily master and comprehend the characters.

My player got killed several times and Higan was having the time of his life laughing at my failures. "This isn't funny," I complained, turning my head to glare at him. "I'm sorry," he said in between laughs. "It's just too funny." "It's not. I'm doing my best here." "How many times are you going to play it to get the basics?" "I don't know where the problem is. I listened to everything you said so, the problem must be your teaching skills." He grabbed the game controller from my hands. "Your strategy skills suck, Jamie."

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.