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he muttered, sipping coffee, completely missing the small shadow skimming along the wall. That shadow—Takuto Kimura, clad in makeshift ninja gear (a.k.a. his mom’s black yoga pants and his dad’s old T-shirt)—held his breath, clutching a homemade signal jammer built from a hacked toy RC car. The motion sensors? Disabled, for now. “I never did stuff like this when I was the CEO in my past life,” he grumbled inwardly. “Guess I’ve been reborn into a life of corporate espionage...” Suddenly—click.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

"How dare you laugh at me?!" "I'm so sorry, Mara. Hahahaha!" He was trying to calm himself down. "I was not talking about that, lady. And... Hahaha! Pico is not even a girl! Mara, you should just forget about that anime or just go watch Naruto and it will suit your taste." Mara's forehead creased and then pouted. She could feel her ears burning in embarrassment as soon as she realized that they were not on the same page just a moment ago.

And ain’t that the truth. “Do you even have a plan Sorahiko?”. “Yes, I do”. She straightens up at that, blinking at me in surprise. I feel insulted. “What is it? What is your plan?”. “Distract Miyamura for me”. I can physically see Saeko’s soul leaving her body. ____ Sorahiko must have balls of steel, because Saeko cannot imagine spending any time of the day with a force of nature like Miyamura Aronohai.

I got the idea to wear my shinobi outfit and sneak out through the window. "Make sure the Lady is inside the room. Don't let her out." I heard them whispering. I can't put on the outfit. One of the guards entered my room. I pretended to act scared. "What are you doing here?" I asked. The guard looked menacing. He didn't answer me. He just stood by the door. I have no choice but to knock him out if I want to leave this room and save Nobunaga. I pretended to choke. I was fake coughing until I got his attention.

Even though he was saying funny words, there wasn’t a hint of smile or laughter on his face. “Are you seriously quoting Nagato from Naruto?” One of the tied men joked and let out a painful chuckle. The other one smiled awkwardly with his swollen lips. “Yeah, and I’m happy you’ve seen Naruto, now I’m going to show you what Nagato really meant.” Nick replied furiously, he stabbed the man on his lap then twisted the knife, the sound of flesh tearing apart and the splash of blood was covered by the man’s outrageous yell. “Who fucking sent you?” Nick yelled back, ignoring his painful screams.

"Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves. See? Simple, isn't it?" Hanako realised that keeping something from Subaru would not be that easy. She looked into his eyes, which seemed like they were looking right through her. "Yeah, really, they just told me this, that's all." Subaru's eyes narrowed. He became certain that this smartass girl was hiding something from him. He looked at Hanako with a serious expression. Subaru made the Retsu seal and pointed at Hanako's forehead. "What are you?" "Shinobu āto: Kokoro n

I had promised her with a vow as she rode me to oblivion. I had asked her to if I could do anything to assure her that I was hers and she did. Since it was a family decision, Kishimoto wore his traditional Japanese garb. His wife did the same but his three daughters did not. They wore pristine designer dresses and held handbags. The security was heavy especially on the road. In our private discussion, Hashirama had been very concerned about being ambushed on the way by his son's supporters. "How many cars do you have in total?" I asked him.

I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be. Their guards scrambled, trying to stop me. I narrowed my eyes before bringing my Kitsune mask to my face. Fear clouded their features at the sight of my mask. They knew what it meant. This wasn’t me, Hatake Yūri, heir of the clan, coming after their boss and second. No, this was Kitsune, a blood-thirsty fox spirit. “Stand down or perish.” I warned, unsheathing my blade ready.

He stood there with a poker face staring at Renji. "What are you doing here?" Konohamaru uttered with a deep voice. He looked angry just by seeing how Renji stood there like he was the owner of the office. Both Renji and Akane were now freezing on the spot, Akane's reaction was that, she was happy that konohamaru was putting on the same hoodie she was wearing. While Renji was shocked because despite that konohamaru was putting on a hoodie, the graze he was looking for on Akane was now on him, the graze was showing vividly on his shoulders, at the exact spot where he knew it happened.