Naruto Land Of Iron Novels & Stories

I ask, hoping I’m right about this. “Chris, where are you going with this?” Vitali asks, not understanding my train of thought. “Of course, he does. More than I can count. But-” I cut off whatever she’s about to say, “Take me to them. If we can, we can put them on the people fighting us. Iron to a nagata is just like silver to us, right? So it’ll burn, but it’ll also severe the den-link and in turn, cut off the order from their Emperor. The ones who don’t want to fight will stop fighting. They don’t have to die,” I say in a rush.

"If it's possible, Restia— do you mind going to 八島 (Yashima – Eight Islands) to find some information about the golden nine-tailed fox?" "Yashima? You mean, 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima)?" Restia asked. 八島 (Yashima — Eight Islands), or the full name known as 日の本大八洲 (Hinomoto Oyashima), is famously known as 'The Great Eight Islands of the Land of the Rising Sun'. It is a country located in the east with eight main islands and multiple smaller islands connecting in a curved line. When looked at from above, it looked like the shape of a dragon, so it was given another nickname called 眠りの竜 (Nemuri no Ryu), also known as 'The Slumbering Dragon'.

Perhaps in a year or two, the name of this place would be changed to Jade Manor instead. At the previous private hunting ground that had a high power grid, a gust of wind blew through the place. When the massive iron gate was opened, a few hundred densely-packed beasts that had been injected with the Red Spider rushed out. They frantically darted around the grass field, tearing each other apart. Each of these beasts had bloodshot eyes, and their primitive wildness was utterly exposed. The sounds of roars and howls filled the hunting ground as blood splattered everywhere. This scene used to be Kirin’s favourite show to enjoy.

The first students arrived at dawn. Lira stood at the edge of the training ground, the crisp autumn air sharp with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, and watched them come. A young Ironmaw female with a scar already healing across her muzzle, walking with the careful pride of a wolf who had survived her first real battle. Two Northern pack siblings, pale-furred and silent, their ice-blue eyes taking in everything with the wary assessment of wolves raised in isolation. A Western Pact yearling carrying a satchel of ward-herbs, her excitement barely contained. Three Southern refugee pups, not yet full-grown, who had been born in the grey lands and were seeing a green world for the first time. And

I inquired after a short silence, my eyes fixed on a rose flower nursery up ahead. Lila slowly looked around again, like she was just saying everything for the first time. “This garden feels surreal…..free. Life here feels so different. Everything here is alive and growing without fear. The birds are singing, the flowers bloom during spring and summer, and there is no hiding or running because everywhere is peaceful. I know nothing bad can ever happen here because nature itself is self-sufficient.” Though her words were simple I knew they carried a lot of pain and weight in them considering how she kept talking about freedom and how life would be.

The previously demoralized ninjas surged in confidence as they charged at Kiran together. "Mr. Kiran, please run. We will expose this incident," some Dragonsland people shouted worriedly. Kiran, moved by their concern, stood tall and proclaimed, "Men of Dragonsland must be strong!" With that, he faced the onslaught of Sunland ninjas head-on. Thump! He knocked down one ninja with one punch and sent the others tumbling. Thump! Another kick lifted another ninja into the air, crashing into a group and injuring many. Kiran was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, launching a ferocious assault on the ninjas.

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

ASHINA’S POV The land before me stretched out like an open wound, a painful reminder of everything I had lost. This was the place my father and brother had fought for, the land they had died trying to protect. Now, it was under enemy control. The enemy tribe had settled here, fortified their defenses, and claimed it as their own. I tightened my grip on the reins as my horse moved forward at a slow, steady pace. "We got this Sheena," I mumbled in my mare’s ear.

Tomorrow, Ian must stand out to select and train those weak people to become an invincible warrior. Thinking for a moment, he turned to Lida and asked: "Is there a place in my barracks suitable for training?" Lida thought for a moment and then replied: "Yes, but that place has been abandoned for a long time, because it is basically a place where human limits are difficult to cross." "That place is dangerous and dangerous, the loophole is to lose your life immediately, that is the ancient land of Akita." Hearing this, Ian seemed to imagine something interesting, and immediately replied: "Tomorrow you will take me and everyone there!"

Nayara was saddened to know that they would eventually have to contend with fighting the enemy whether they desired it or not. The land she now glided above was that of the Jivanaar. It was unique in its way, dominated by wild grasses and small plants. The Elves’ presence added a measure of mystical energy to it all, which she could sense even from here. It was good to know that had not changed. The taint of Dark Magic that continued to grow had not affected the Jivanaar overmuch.