Novel & Cerita Naruto Hates Kakashi For Not Training Him Fanfiction

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” “It’s fine, guys, I just needed a second to process that.” Tamashi rose to his feet and pointed his finger in front of Sensei’s face. “I can’t promise you that I’ll ever join Kita. As a matter of fact, I really don’t want to. But I’ll do the deal. I need those powers.” “Oh? Why do you want to train if you don’t want to join Kita?” “Because.” Tamashi formed a fist and placed it over his heart.

But this rascal always found a way to annoy and tease me, and when the opportunity to get away from here for 5 years for ‘Demon Training’ knocked on my door, on the other side of the continent, I instantly grabbed the opportunity as fast as I could. Now, here I was stuck with the person, whom I hated with passion and wanted to stay away from, just because I had grown to learn to “hate” him. “I hate you,” I spoke through gritted teeth before flipping the annoying prick over me and straddling over his lean and well built torso instead. Woah ! I could feel his muscles and intense hardwork behind them. God ! They felt like heaven under me. Kris whimpered at my outburst and suddenly, his usually

“Do as you wish. It won’t bother me in the slightest. You can fall for his pure charm too. I don’t care.” That stung more than it should have. A slow smirk tugged at my lips, part mocking, part armor. But before I could let it speak for me, he flicked a sharp look in my direction. “By the way,” he said, voice low and annoyingly composed, “let’s start training for you. It’s quite unfortunate” – his emphasis on the word was like a deliberate sting – “that Cade won’t be able to train you.” I blinked. “What? Training?”

I cause havoc everywhere I go; intentionally and unintentionally, it follows me everywhere. “I am sure you can handle that. I didn’t train you to be a killer machine for nothing,” I said, and he chuckled. No one has ever been in war with the wolves, but he has been in a lot of wars, helping other kingdoms and even the gods and goddesses and he has never lost a war. And I trained him, I gave him the most intense training ever and growing up, he thought I hated him. He thought I was inflicting my anger on him, but now he knows. He knows I love him so much, but I needed to train him that way so he would never be a weakness to me or himself. He would always be able to protect himself and not die

Unfortunately for Natsu, Kazuko was wearing a black trouser underneath her white and blue gown which means he couldn't see any panties. He sat up right and said "That was a good training, so shall we continue" Everyone around him who suffered the same thing looked at Natsu and in their minds they all thought the same thing which was "What! Did he just call that training, who the hell is this freak!" The instructor then said "Everyone we're resting for 10 minutes because after now we are going to do almost the same thing but this time it will be much harder" "Thank goodness, I'm feeling so tired, I'm really happy he said we can rest for 10 minutes. This way I'll have enough time to regain my

“You like her, so why be mean to her?” “It’s my job to make sure everyone within my pack reaches their full potential. She needed help, I provided it.” “Yeah, but being mean has consequences. What if she doesn’t want to be near you because you are a total ass to her?” “We need to work on your training, not on who I like.” i fired back. “But my training is lame. Your love life, or lack thereof, is totally cool. I prefer talking about you.”

As I rushed down in anticipation, Sasha asked me, "Will Kessler approve of your training?" "Fuck Kessler," I replied sharply. "I need it for my mental health." Sasha chuckled. "Like you haven't thought of it.” I shook my head in disbelief, knowing exactly what Sasha was implying, but I couldn't entertain the thought. "Sasha, you are so impossible," I said with a sigh. “What will it feel like to have him in…” Before she could finish her sentence, I interrupted her, not wanting to hear any more. I severed the connection.

Mila POV I hated training, not the normal kind or the “run around until your legs fall off” kind Sasha loved. Not even the brutal combat training Conrad enjoyed way too much. No. I hated Marcus training. Because Alpha Marcus trained like he wanted to kill me. “Again.” I glared at him from across the snowy training arena. “You’ve said that thirty times already .” I whined “And you’ve failed thirty times.” “That sounds rude.” “That’s because it is.”

“You willingly train me like a maniac every day.” “That’s discipline.” “That’s torture.” “It’s effective.” “Barely.” He smirked slightly. “Yet you keep coming back.” “That’s because I have no choice.” “You always have a choice.” “Not with you.” “Especially with me.” I rolled my eyes again. “You’re impossible.” “And yet..” “And yet nothing.” He didn’t push it. “What about you?” I asked. “Which class do you hate?” “I don’t hate any.” He replied simply.

~CAKE~ Training with Nico every night was starting to feel like psychological warfare. Not because he hit hard, but because he didn’t. He’d correct my stance, tap my chin up. Brush sweat off my lip with his thumb like it was nothing. He’d touch my forehead when I landed something clean. Once, a quick kiss like a damn reflex, then he’d walk away like none of it happened. No explanation. No reaction. Just, “Good work. Shower.” And I’d go upstairs angry and wired and stupidly turned on.