Konoha Ninja Novels & Stories

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

Nirvana asked " I'm sure you'll like my surprise" Kono smiled " Come forward" Kono said and immediately Jasmine appeared holding a dagger She stared at the dagger and recognize it at once "The soul dagger?" She gasped and Kono laughed " I guess you remember it" Kono laughed evilly "I'm sorry Nirvana.. I can't allow you kill me" Jasmine said standing a distance away from Nirvana "Jasmine.. pls stop.. I won't kill you, you know how much I love you right? So put down the dagger and let's talk things out"

Riko nodded to her son. “I, Hibiki Ryū Konishi, take you Yūri Aiko Hatake, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." Hibiki smiled, holding my hands in his. “The rings.” Riko nodded at her husband.

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

The second man nodded and they both straitened, their matching set of green eyes turning on us. "We thought it appropriate to brief you together since that's how you'll be working." It was the other man that spoke, the one that looked slightly younger than the grey haired monk, though his reddish curls had started to recede, revealing an egg shaped scull. We both nodded, and their gaze turned to me. "Have you been inside Quanu before?" "Yes." "Do you have any connections there?" "Yes." "Who?" I shot an uneasy glance at Burney who nodded.

She was also the right A****n for the job. The Golden Mare had finally gotten in touch with Katrina. Together with Buffy, they wrangled a forty woman combat team of SD plus fighters from Houses Ishara and Durga (from Indonesia) together to send as aid to the ninja. It sounded like a tear-drop in the ocean. Katrina insisted it wasn't. The ninja wanted to keep their war as secret as possible.

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

Nobunaga, Masahide and Masamune stood on their feet; hands on their sword ready to draw them out. "This is an assassination attempt." Nobunaga declared. The daimyo grew frightened but he continued to attack. Nō pulled out her dagger and blocked the daimyo's attack. "Who are you?" The daimyo asked the ninja. Nō didn't answer fearing that Nobunaga would hear her voice and recognize her. The daimyo's men entered the room and everyone was in a full-out battle. Nō had faith in the others when it came to swordsmanship. She was distracted for just a few seconds and the daimyo managed to stab her side.

Time flew and by the time they finally peeled away from each other, the rest of the hunters had dispatched, leaving the two standing alone. “Best of friends,” Nneamaka said, smiling weakly. “You remembered,” Ejima chuckled. She turned behind and realized just then that the rest of the hunters had left them. “We don’t need them,” Nneamaka whispered and took her hands, “We need us. We would do this together, like old times.” “Like old times,” Ejima nodded but the leaves that were crushed under the weight of something, from the right hand of the forest, got their attention. However, their curiosity eased out when they saw the braided hair.