Kira Clumsy Ninja Novels & Stories

'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.

There were also Rosa, a short, muscular, almost breastless, dark-haired featherweight, and Juliana, a taller middleweight with full breasts, grey eyes, and a brunette braid that hung down her back to her waist. Unused to the heat or the humidity and being out of shape, Zach brought up the rear by quite a way when they finally got back to the dojo. "I'll do better," he promised as everyone congratulated him on finishing at all. Krista showed up shortly after that, camera in hand, wearing a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt that was ripped off just below her breasts. Not owning anything resembling underwear, as Zach had learned, her thick ruby nipples were easily visible through the material

I moved forward, throwing a punch like I'd seen the other warriors do. Kira dodged easily and swept my legs out from under me. I hit the ground hard as pain shot through my back. "Too slow, try again." She said, motioning for me to come closer. I got up and tried again. She knocked me down again and again. By the tenth time, I was breathing hard as sweat dripped down my face. My body ached everywhere. "You're thinking too much," Kira said. "Stop trying to be perfect and just move with the flow"