Naruto Descendant Of Hashirama Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Kuzuryū Daimyōjin, if wounded, could grow back any of his nine heads and any of his appendages.” “The ocean lizard has regenerative abilities too,” Sasha replied rather enthusiastically. “And one of my Biology senseis has been keeping a certain type of jellyfish for over two years. It has the unique ability to rewind its life cycle, thereby achieving a sort of immortality.” “Judging by her family name, Henka, is Himiko a jōnin?” Temujin asked. “Yep,” Sasha said. “She was from one of the oldest and most elite jōnin families in the north.”

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

Because they were forged by her bloodline. “You are the descendant of the First Lunar Ailura,” I say, realization dawning. “You don’t have to fight it. You have to command it.” Her lips part in shock, but she doesn’t deny it. She feels it, just as I do. The abyss lunges.

In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures. I grin at this, but I’m shocked nonetheless. I know now that the Takahashi family is definitely not your average Yakuza and that this man in front of me is no ordinary leader. No wonder Kaen didn’t want his children to breed with these two because their heirs will be fucking powerful. Ever heard of the folklore painting ‘Hyakki Yagyō’ or The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? Well, there’s a demon said to lead them, and right fucking now, I am looking at him - Nurarihyon. Well, a reincarnated version anyway.

"I knew it. You're a Sen too. Do you know why I am?" "Your eyes tell me you are of the Hinagi clan. Your surname on the other hand, I cannot be sure. You must be the progeny of that man." "I beg your pardon?" "Shiratori Ryusaki. You look like him." She is a bit surprised. "You know my grandfather?" Nozomi is surprised. "Grandfather? Did he have a descendant with the same name?" Kazuha slowly shook her head. "No, he doesn't."

I say as if she presented me with a difficult math equation. “Precisely. I felt it immediately in your energy, Mei. You are a descendent of Jing. YOU are a nagata Empress,” she says with excitement. Chris’ shock catapults through me and I’m sure he can feel my own as I try to process this.

This thought had been running through his mind since his father told him precisely about the family. This is his right that should be rightfully passed down to Hinata and not some jerk, he murmured. Nagato used the pinches to bite kai's fingers little by little savoring the sound of his groaning screams. He turned at glance at Kira saying it was her turn next.

The other truth that Haruna is now more than willing to tell him. “Hair that resembles both the night and day. Eyes that look like the starry night sky with a dash of autumn red. The book and world that you originally belong to. The NPC-like ad guardian of a particular holder that you stole from. You are just like me, but the perfect one. The offspring of the other shard soul of the original Princess and Prince. Am I right, Haru?”

I heard Kimi ask in a harsh and firm tone to the person who was quite far behind me. I turned around to look at the person and when I could see it clearly, it was Kayra, a descendant of the hunter nation, the son of Elder Nobi. And what I remember most about this girl is, she really hates me.