Naruto Characters Outfits Novels & Stories

He had the audacity to comment on my outfit. "Shut up." I said, he gasped and held his heart sarcastically. "My name is Miles, I'm a ninja." He said, bowing at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a short cap behind him which was also black, he had a mask on his face that covered the whole face, except the eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounded muffled against the mask, he pulled down the mask showing a handsome face as well.

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi

Pride had always been his greatest weakness. Waiting for us on the tarmac were Fukui and Nitta. The brothers couldn’t have looked more different. Fukui was immaculate—navy blue trousers, a crisp white sleeveless shirt, polished shoes, and a watch that gleamed under the sun. Nitta, on the other hand, looked like he had rolled out of bed five minutes ago. His black sweatpants and scuffed sneakers paired with a gray hoodie did little to hide his unkempt hair.

Nate said as he embraced Nala. "Thanks so much Nate, you look extremely handsome considering the expensive clothesyou have on, Nala commented. Nate had put on a navy blue jeans with white shirt which tightly wrapped his broad chest, his abs visible through the shirt, coupled with the white sneakers, he was as hot as hell. Nala consciously checked her own dressing to gauge whether the two could match.

He was still hurt, and giving Trix the silent treatment. She pat down her uncomfortable outfit that reminded her of Katara from Avatar but fire nation style. She wore black baggy pants that were pushed closer to her skin at her ankle by her boots. The red, cotton dress like clothing that covered her upper half fell pass her knee and hugged her upper body. It had two high slits on either side and a small black leather armor of sorts over it. That all was paired with a belt that was designated for her weapons. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine. “Fear not, much less equip as you have gone and return,” Lord Kys said as he approached the wide eyed girl.

The boy was wearing the same outfit from the last time they met, the pastel orange uniform with the number two above a kanji on his left chest. Ruta also noticed them coming out of the chamber and immediately narrowed his eyes at Jai, who was wearing the same scarf from their last meeting. “Is that Brother Jai?” Ruta’s bright orange hair was contrast to the white and green themed hallway, so it wasn’t hard to notice the boy. Jai waved at the boy as he approached. “Hey, Ruta-san.” The boy had a big smile on his face. “It’s really Brother Jai! Hey!”

To think that he’d carried the Supreme Elder in his arms before and might have sullied his immaculate sparkling garments. Tiny Slim quickly scanned the clothing of Maru to look for signs of dust. He sighed in relief to find that there was no visible blemish. The peculiar dress was composed of two luxurious pieces, clearly different from the norm of his co disciples and even that of the elders of the sect, who all wore elegant daoist robes. “You can call me Maru, Tiny Slim. HAHAHA! That’s my name, is it not?” Maru replied glibly and hoped to lighten off the edgy mood of the fat boy.

Two-centimeter-long claws were attached to each of its fingers. "You think you can kill me with that strange outfit?" Narakashura released both wings. She spread a fire blanket over her legs and arms. Her chest was also covered by a suit of armor made of fire. "If we can't kill you with these clothes, then all we need to do is kill you by ripping out that haughty tongue of yours first." Black Tiger nodded slowly.

He took a step back, ‘Your eyes… they’re-’ ‘Green?’ Kaon smirked. ‘Indeed. It was quite a rare eye color for humans in this time.’ ‘Human?!’ Ronin’s jaw dropped, his mind spinning. He was about to retort when he felt a slight tugging sensation. Glancing down at his body, his modern clothes were gone, replaced with similar Greek garb. He scowled at Kaon. ‘You better start talking before I lose my temper.’ ‘Talking is overrated. I’d much rather to show you instead.’ Kaon was completely unbothered by Ronin’s threat, circling an arm around his shoulders and ushering him over to a column just as another version of them came rushing through the doorway.

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.