Naruto Painter Novels & Stories

“One question at a time, okay? Besides, my boss got that painting about a year ago and he paid very handsomely for it. It will be a miracle to find that artist at the same spot.” Fuck! I told myself not to give up yet. There was still hope. “Do you know his name, at least? I think it will be easier to find him with that,” I asked desperately. “I never said it was a man,” Mario stated. “Huh?” “The artist is a female. She signs the name A.T on every painting but no one knows what it means. I do know her name has nothing to do with the initials. It's Sally Chan.”

Looking at the empty space around him, this young man raised his eyebrows and pressed his finger towards the empty space. Countless source auras surged up, quickly forming several paintings, among which endless scenes appeared, it was Tadhg Walter killing the illusory Emperor Grand and Karma Fire Emperor step by step.

The one who opened the door for him is one of the butlers in this huge mansion. Seeing inside Athena's room, he was amazed that the place was stunning with the art collection hanging in her room. All the painting is painted by the painter who is so mysterious. Known by the name of the goddess, Nike. He is one of Nike's fan art. Rumor said that she is a disabled person who worked on the painting to earn a living. Some people said that she is actually a goddess looking girl. She doesn't like to be known to the public, so she went with the pseudonym.

Now, I couldn’t stop my sudden and abnormal heartbeats which kept on deafening me. I couldn’t be wrong… she exactly looked like Juno! Can I conclude now that she really exists? I didn’t know why but I guessed, this was already a sign that I would be able to see Juno again. I had waited long enough and this painting literally gave me hope that the prolonged wait would be officially over. I looked at the artist’s name and it was written as Drey Laxamana, with a printed date of April 2004. Based on his dazzling painting, there was no wonder that he was a believer of sea creatures.

There were many spots where the painting was completely illegible, and it would need to be filled in again. Holly stared at the painting closely. The painting style was somber, beautiful, and rich. There were jagged peaks in the painting that looked both majestic and intimidating. The mountain ranges undulated across the page, and there was lush greenery on the slopes. Among the valleys, there were several tiny huts. A recluse sat in one of them, his arms around his knees as he leaned against his bed. She recognized the painting. It was by Stanley Warner, one of the top four watercolor artists of the York era, and it was a painting of a retreat.

A low growl escapes through his lips glaring at Takeshi trying his best to get free from the robs. Different types and styles of painting handing over the wall some set over the left side of the basement. Over the right, the painting was literally destroyed or failed or left in the middle. “Yuki Ryuu you slept for a long while this time, didn't you ah you kept me waiting for so long to began with my new artwork” Takeshi mumbles under his breath walking towards his half incomplete canvas of dark brown. Beside him, a long stood along with the long table right beside different types of bruises a glass filled with red colour mixed under it, Along with that a canvas with the different shades of r

Therefore, no matter what, he needed to quickly become stronger! After carefully examining the Nine Dragons Painting, Wilbur searched the internet for information about it. Soon, he found that the Nine Dragons Painting was created by a painter named Fremont Skye from a thousand years ago. However, the Nine Dragons Painting was not very famous. It was more of an obscure work, so Fremont had not been that well known. Because Fremont was not famous, there was very little information about him on the internet. The information Wilbur found only mentioned that Fremont was a court painter who had painted for the emperor.

He had learned to embrace change, to find beauty in life's imperfections, and to trust in the power of love and friendship. Now, as he stood before a blank canvas in his own art studio, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. He dipped his brush into a vibrant shade of blue, watching as the paint flowed smoothly across the canvas. Nathan had discovered that painting was not just a creative outlet but a powerful tool for healing and self-expression. Through his artwork, he had explored his own emotions and experiences, capturing the essence of his journey towards personal growth and self-discovery.

>> The uninterested expression on the painter face infuriates the other, who continues strick the heel on the floor. " Think about it Duke Thomas Eavl , I would be waiting for your answer." The stricken sounds of heels, faded in the environment . The painter took of his thick eye glasses, reveling those pair of sad grey eyes,His messy blonde hair was tied in a bun and white tips. His hand suddenly trace on his beautiful painting of a smiling brown hair female, tears hitting the ground. " I can't, I can't wait any bit longer." The view slowly pass the squat and crying Painter, towards the beautiful view of the blue skies and birds on the air.

He said out loud instead. “Yes.” Nova clapped excitedly, throwing her hand around his waist to hug him. “You like it?” “Yes baby, I love it.” He said, gently stroking her hair as he stared at the painting. The way the young woman had mixed colors to get this shade of neon was just intelligent. Well, he should not be so amazed. Ciaran only admitted geniuses, no matter how much money their guardians owned. “It’s Blind Tonto Drawing.” “What?” He turned to look down at Nova.