Masked Man In Naruto Novels & Stories

Then who is the person who also just entered? The man is wearing black face mask, white long sleeves that is folded up to his elbow, and black pants. His hair is cleanly cut but his aura is cold. He looks unapproachable and quite fierce. It seems like the man noticed his stare because he turned his head and their eyes met. Jevro's fingers flinches when he saw the man's golden eyes. "It sparked?" He whispered to himself. "Impossible, there's a lot of people wearing contact lenses. So it's impossible that his eyes is real." He also added.

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

That giant mud man looked like a giant ape, constantly pounding his own chest as he let out a loud roar into the sky. Above the mud man’s head, there was a man dressed in a wafuku and wearing blush on his cheeks. That man was very short, maybe 150cm at most, and his strange attire gave people an eerie feeling. “Kurama?” Tyr called out the name of the man who appeared to be standing on the clouds. “You. . .who are you?” The man spoke in a piercing tone as if he were an eunuch. “Mount Osore is not the place for you to be presumptuous here,” he warned.

Just when I figured my plan had failed, I heard the familiar sound of a whistle. I shot up from the bed and quickly switched on both lights in the bedroom. The masked man entered, and I stubbornly turned my back to him, pretending to be upset. "Are you mad?" His body, hot as ever, pressed against me from behind, and he took my cold hand, warming it gently in his own. “I’ve been busy lately. That’s why I haven’t come to see you,” he said. I wasn’t even sure why I felt angry or why he felt the need to explain himself. It was all so ridiculous. He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me.

Shadow groaned in pain as he tried to look for the one who spoke. "It's funny how much you suffered while she's married to the mafia boss. Probably in bed with him right this second," the man taunted before laughing loudly. Shadow didn't have the ability to fight back and he just laid there until the man bent down to look him in the eyes. But he was wearing a mask. "You?" Shadow struggled to ask as he tried reaching out for Daimon who was having fun tormenting him. "I had trouble locating you, I hope you don't mind the delay in saving your hopeless ass," Daimon explained before calling out for the assassins he brought with him to carry Shadow in a stretcher.

The base of the blade splits in two directions. It was treated as a sacred totem. A giant man walked into the hut. Anarungu, who was tied up and sitting, had never seen anyone so large. The man was taller and broader than even Peacock. He wore a plain blue cloak that hid his huge muscles. What caught Anarungu's eye was the mask he wore. Unlike regular masks made from leather, vines, and wood, this mask was white and shimmered with colors like water. It had two slits for eyes and a lot of tiny round holes for the mouth and nose.

My eyes widen when the man screams and Bacudal sits up with blood dripping from his grinning teeth, and a chunk of the man’s ear in between. “Did you think I would die easily?!” Bacudal screams into the sky, dark red blood dripping down his chin. His eyes are wide and glowing, and even from my dark corner I see his slitted pupils dilating and undialating as they move over their enemy. The man rears up then, grabbing him by the throat and flipping him over. The man quickly leaps up, holding his hand to the side of his head. The lower half of the man’s face was covered in a black mask, but I could see his bright red eyes as he glared at Bacudal grinning up at him from the floor.

I waited for the enhancement to take effect as a slow sadistic smile appeared on my lips. "Someone is getting excited," The man said and removed his mask. He was blond with stark blue eyes. "Ready whenever you are," Iran growled. "I want to see just how good your... enhancement works." A bright smile played across the man's face as his pupils began to dilate. His enhancement was taking effect. "Well, since you asked so nicely... I will indulge you." With that, he lunged at me. He was faster than usual and I was momentarily surprised by the speed. He came at my openings with the knife, slashing viciously at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?! You—hmmmp!” The man immediately silenced his scream. Aslan squirmed and tried to break free, but the man's grip was too strong. Aslan was sure that the man had looked weak and pitiful earlier. Now, however, he seemed to have changed drastically. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed Aslan's neck and choked him tightly. Aslan just realized that the man was wearing thick gloves, too. His fingerprints wouldn't be visible at all. Who exactly was this person? Was he targeting Aslan in this hospital with the intention of killing him? Was he connected to the attack on the head of the Kanoichi family? These questions swirled around in Aslan's mind.

Bab2 Some of the men in black, carrying wood, to beat Jeremy. Jeremy Mose kept trying to dodge, even though in truth, he could have fought him. "Stop it!" shouted the pot-bellied man, in sunglasses and a hat he was wearing. His appearance was so quirky, like a head thug. "Don Lee," Jeremy whispered. The man in black, who was five in number, stopped. When looking behind the old man, there were two people, holding firearms in their hands, and aiming at the five of them.