Kira Clumsy Ninja Novels & Stories

“Nice to see you too.” He was already healing, so I didn’t bother apologizing. Instead, I started approaching my mate. Kira was standing in the middle of the room now in her little silk pajamas, knees apart like she was ready to kung-fu my ass, fists up between us like those tiny hands could actually stop me. “Stay away from me!” she barked, trying to sound tough, but her voice wobbled. I stopped dead. “Kira…are you okay?” “That depends,” she snapped, eyes huge, “on whether you’re done beating the crap out of people or not! You’re standing here buck-ass naked looking like you’re about to start World War Infinity! What the hell, Adrian? All I wanted was a phone!”

Mira raised her hand high, with her fist tightly clenched and a wicked smirk etched on her face as she punched Kira hard in the stomach, and Kira let out another pained groan. "Ugggh..." Blood began to spill from Kira's lips as she stumbled backward. "You're not worthy, Kira," Mira hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You can't even defend yourself. All you know how to do is talk." I could feel my blood boil as I tried to sit still while I watched them. Mira kicked Kira hard, her foot smashing into Kira's abdomen, making Kira crumple to the ground, clutching her stomach in agony.

Pulling my hand away, I crossed them over my chest. “I’m fine. I’m sure they have been looking for me, I moved around a lot.” I stated. “I’ll find them, I’m going to meet with your leader and see what he knows.” I huffed. A little more snippy than I would have liked. Justyn monstrous laugh echoed off the lake. “Alpha, he's an alpha, not some cult leader.” Justyn managed between breaths. “Thats what I meant.” I huffed again. “Justyn, don’t be mean.” Emma scoffed, hitting him on the shoulder.

Draco had to be the nicest Silvermoon member she had ever met. "Oh, so... What am I supposed to say to you now? You'll have to forgive me but the truth is, I'm not exactly the friendliest person you'd ever meet and trust me, if you feel uncomfortable with the role of being my assistant, you can just forget about it. I highly doubt you'd be comfortable assisting someone you're supposed to hate." Kira blurted out, not knowing exactly what to say to her since she has never been the best at meeting new people and relating with them properly.

Jin asked with no facial reaction, he's so busy practicing what's written in the ninja scroll. Catrina amazed Jin because of how determined Jin to practice even at night. Plus, Jin has a well-built body shape, while his body that shirtless is full of sweat. The girl clenched her fists, as if to channel her emotions into her fists. Catrina shook her head. This gesture was just a distraction for herself, Catrina just wanted to reduce her nervousness and anxiety for fear of the answer Jin would give. "Not yet," replied Catrina, biting her lower lip. Once again Catrina looked at Jin, and Jin was looking outside. The wolf clan was in the vicinity of their house, currently Jin was practicing what

'Apart from that, Riz can shoot water blasts from her gadgets,' the woman instructor continued. Riz stamped her staff on the ground harshly. The stern woman cleared her throat. 'She will also lend a hand in service as an obstacle in this activity,' the woman instructor concluded. 'But do we really have to call her CIN?' Someone asked. Riz turned to him, pointed her staff at him, and blasted him with it. He fell to the ground gasping. His head hurt so much. 'Riz!' The stern man called. She closed her eyes and looked away.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

I got up from the bed, turned off the light in the room, the window was a bit high, and I was about to risk all of it. I crouched low, my muscles coiled like a spring, and in a fluid motion, I launched myself up and out, my body arching through the air as I cleared the window frame. My hair streamed behind me, and I landed with a hard thud, my feet absorbing the impact of the fall. I groaned, I suspected it to be high, but not this high. I tried getting up, but it was a bit painful and I think I sprained my ankle.

For a few tense minutes we circle each other, trying to judge what the other’s weakness was. Kira breaks the tension and makes the first move. She dashes straight at me. Upon reaching my snout, she begins to drop lower. Noticing her intentions of sliding underneath me, I jump over her. I land several feet away from her and growl furiously. That move is very dangerous. The attacker slides underneath their opponent and slices open their stomach. While this move can be used to simply threaten your opponent, a careless swipe of your claws can easily kill them. Why that little-, Enar begins.

My methods were rigorous and tasking but it was worth it. “Again,” I instructed. Kira was panting; beads of sweat were dripping down her face in heaps. Her clothing was soaked with even more sweat but she wasn’t complaining. She gripped the branch in her hand lightly, just like I had taught her and held the weapon mid-air. Next, she rushed towards me with fire in her eyes, ready for an attack. I blocked her first strike, aiming for my chest and she tried again. I tried to grab the branch away from her by incapacitating her hands but she stomped my foot with her sneakers. “Dirty trick,” I said with a smirk. She continued her assault and I blocked them all until she did something I didn’t expe