Novel & Cerita Kakashi Hatake Unmasked

and he slashes his knife at the attacker. The hand disappears into the darkness and chuckles are heard from the darkness. Yasuhiro walks back to Akihiko while saying- “Alright~ Here’s the update… This Akaname is quite the pervert and only targets women.” “… Then what felt me up?” “…Something felt you up you say?” “… It can’t be that something else exists in this room as well, right?” “Guess we’ll just have to see it with our own eyes.” He says and he lets go of his cigarette and It burns brightly lighting up the room.

Freddy called loudly, he was still facing his table and was trying to light another round of marijuana. A man with a mask on his face entered the room immediately, he was dressed like the other guards; they all wore suits, but there was something different about him and it wasn’t the mask, instead of a gun; he was holding a sword. From his name, Simon could deduce that he wasn’t American, he was definitely Japanese, his name and the sword confirmed it. “I’m here shisho [Master],” Hatake replied sharply. “Show it to him,” Freddy ordered, puffing his just lighted marijuana all over the place.

Flashes of the ominous shadow from the morning suddenly entered her mind. His eyes widened further as he whispered quietly, looking around as if he was being watched. "The wolves..." He then began chanting the words over and over; like it triggered something in his unstable mind. His fingers moved to grip what was left of his hair. He paced the checked floor below and let out incomprehensible murmurs. He had absolutely lost it. Before she could utter a word, Melody heard a bell ring, someone was entering the store. She turned around quickly to see a tall guy who looked to be in his late twenties.

Kenji laughed softly, remembering how stubborn Masaki was about keeping his name as Tanaka—becoming Hayato’s brother and staying distant from Akiko, only as an uncle and niece. Masaki didn't want Kenji to become a target for Tensei or Daido, just as Kenji had suspected. Indeed, the individual pursuing him possessed immense power. Masaki refrained from revealing the identity of the person who killed Kenji's parents, as doing so would have implicated him and his unpleasant past. He couldn't let his name be used again. On this point, Masaki hadn’t lied, and his silence wasn’t a betrayal—it was just to avoid raising questions about his own guilt.

He looked like he was about to try one last desperate thing. Kishimoto quickly stood up and moved so fast even catching me by surprise. A long curved silver flashed and Hattori's right arm dropped to the floor, the stump of his severed arm sprayed blood all over the place. The piercing scream that Hattori emitted would be remembered for years. Kishimoto cleaned his Katana and slid his Katana back into it's scabbard. Hattori was on his knees cradling his severed arm. "Get this piece of filth out of my sight!" Kishimoto.

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

The rider passed casually in front of Ki Randu Alas and the others, then stopped directly in front of Wisnumurti, who had already braced himself for a fight. Only then could they see the rider’s face clearly. Something about it looked wrong. There was no expression. No visible emotion. Then they realized why. He was wearing a wooden mask painted milky white with chalk. “Jaladri.” The name hit him like a physical blow. Jaladri shuddered. Every eye turned toward him. “Tonight, your lesson ends.” The masked man’s voice was cold. “Your name is Kartika Wuni, means the Hidden Star”

I said. "Can I ever drink the cup you drink?" Tomo asked. "You will Tomo," I said. "Alex you would be the new governor of Haktun. Kurt, guard my son for me. Tomo Thorfin is still your responsibility also," I said. "These is getting creepy," Kurt said. I then bent on my knees and raised Sangeeta's head up. It revealed her Sharingan! I then hugged her and kissed her on her forehead and it came down.

The door shut behind him, the echo rolling like thunder. I stood alone in the firelight, wine cup trembling ever so slightly in my hand. My mask cracked — for just a heartbeat — and my teeth ground together with raw hatred. Akira would not be fooled forever. But neither would I. One mask to the world. One to my allies. Beneath them both, my truth: Perez must burn. And if Akira stood in my way, then Akira must burn too. I lifted the cup high, drank deep, and let the fire’s hiss be my oath.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.