Naruto Fist Bump Novels & Stories

A smirk kissed his lips, but didn't meet his eyes. Rolling my eyes as Arrow stood in the starting position; today's topic: sparring. His arms raised up, fists clenched, and close to his face so he could quickly strike; I mirrored his actions, not missing the bruises kissing his throat. "I was going to say yourself," I responded. Arrow's fist struck out like a cobra, my own hand catching his flying wrist and bending it back as my feet shuffled backward when his other fist flew to which I successfully knocked back. "Did something happen?"

Chunks' face contorted with anger, and he yelled, "How dare you gesture with your hands when 'The Fist God' is asking you a question?!" The burly man charged forward, his fists clenched and his muscles bulging, causing Madame Agnes to tense up.

"STOP IT!" Lifting my knee, I draw on all my strength and slam it between Fineon's legs, causing him to howl in pain. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I let my fist connect with his solar plexus and then slam my elbow into his back as he doubles over and gasps.

I go into defence mode and before I know it, my fist connects and I hear a grunt. “Prez!” I open my eyes and see Lucky clutching his nose. My eyes widen. What have I done? “I’m … I’m sorry.” I bolt.

She even extended her fist for a fist bump. We looked at him in anticipation, and we laughed harder when he fist bumped us and said, "Let's crush these bishes." Even though it wasn't a lively word, it still had a strong impact on us. We didn't expect him to say those words. If he only did a fist bump, we would have accepted it, but the word "bishes" was surprising. We started exchanging the shuttlecock when Lorreine served it. Lorreine was in front, and Iwatani was at the back. I was at the back, and Louella was in front of me.

Yet the woman remained feisty and persistent, firing a bolt of True Energy at him. Chu Xun raised his fist and punched hard in response, sending another heavy salvo that shook the earth. Rumble! In just a matter of seconds, the two combatants exchange dozens of blows, with cracks spreading across the ground and dust and sand whisked up into the air like a sandstorm as testament to their furious melee. The woman's slender hands rapidly weaved hand seals before she tapped a lean finger into the air. The Demon-slain Finger—scaring all the gods and ghosts by the third finger!

He had a blip of a second to make out a brown comb-over and fat paunch through a red haze of wrath before he shoved his forearm into the guy's collarbone and slammed him against the side of the house. Nakos reared his arm back, then brought it forward with everything he had. His fist met face. "You." Punch. "Sick." Punch. "Fuck." Punch, punch. Bone cracked. Blood spurt. The guy slid to the ground, and Nakos bent to haul him up again.

It was just like a miasma, yet it was moving rapidly around Eiger's knuckle as he shot toward Frank. "Miasmic Fists? And you've mastered it so well too… Guess you can't even face me like a man, and you're just as much a freak as you look!" Frank bellowed as he spread his legs and lowered his center of gravity, his Five-Peat Archeaus charging resounding. "Watch this, Burt," he said. "It's a simple technique, but within it lies the precept of the way of the fist!" Keeping both eyes fixed on Eiger as he approached, he abruptly moved at the speed of a lightning bolt, instantly brushing past Eiger's punch.

Kyo is famous as the member with the shortest little finger. Kyo's eye widened giving me that "really?" look. and I simply nodded and shrugged. He took my hand into his and held it softly, he then brought forward his hand, hesitantly taking out his pinkie and comparing it with mine. I smiled victoriously as mine was shorter than his. I whisper cheered at my victory. And Kyo pouted and then we broke into a small laughter.

I whispered, “I’m ready.” “Make a fist.” I made my best fist and he chuckled, “You’ll end up doing more damage to yourself than the other person if you throw a fist like this.” He took my hand and corrected the fist while explaining that my thumb should never be tucked under or I’ll break it. “Now punch me,” he instructed and my eyes widened, “You won’t hurt me; just do it as hard as possible.” I reared my hand back to hit him but before I could touch him he held my arm in a firm grip.