Naruto Shippuden Quotes Novels & Stories

‘’The disease in me has already gotten worse, but something eased my suffering. It was Niru’s power. If it weren’t for him the disease would have already ate all my memory, it's his that power gave me the strength to resist… He has the power to renew things... to renew everything- but he still lacks on mastery.’’ -

At Nate's words, the three princes looked at me as I waved the weapon I held in my hands. "Guys look! I found a shuriken." I said in excitement. I gasped. "Does that mean ninjas are real!? Can I learn a shadow clone jutsu!? Imagine hundreds of me running around. Oh! That is just marvelous. Maybe I should practice my N*r*t* run." "Ah ha..." Ren said nervously. Sweat was forming on the young werewolf's forehead. "I don't know what kind of weapon is a jutsu or a N*r*t*but don't throw that thing away if you don't know how to use it."

Ayeee This is most annoying thing ever someone had done to me But I can't ask again It will look too pushy and demanding. Ok soup. I can eat this my hands are working remember How I wanted to rip his tongue at his sharp remarks but you kind of liked them My subconsious said Shut up you're never at my side When he was sipping the soup from spoon ,It brought back good memories with my Chachu You know what Chachu used to say to me when I was child and get annoyed when I got sick " Don't cry Hayat . Your sins are shedding with every pain you endure . Our beloved Propet (S.A.W) said

Jayden was training Niran, but not with the seriousness of a teacher, but with the joy of a partner in crime. “More fire, you little rascal!” Jayden roared, dodging Niran's stick with catlike agility. “Use your rage! Feel the passion!” Niran shouted, and the scarecrow lost its hat under a small gust of magical wind. “I did it, Dad!” Niran shouted, beaming. Jayden approached our son and lifted him into a protective embrace. “Well done. But remember, the Shadow only serves the Light,” Jayden whispered. I watched the scene, my heart overflowing.

They told tales of how he had walked among them— how he had built hearths with his hands, laughed like thunder softened by rain, and taught them that even gods can love and grow old. Mira stood beside Nara and asked quietly, “Will we forget him, someday?” Nara smiled through her tears. “Yes,” she said softly. “But that’s how remembering works. We forget the person, and keep what they gave us.” Mira frowned. “And what did he give us?” “Fire that doesn’t burn,” Nara said. “Love that doesn’t fade.”

Naraja: “Huh. W-what the hell you’re…. You’re just like me.” ???: *pfft* “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa~ You’re getting close, Naraja,.. buuut~ not close enough... just yet.” “Alright, alright I will give you props on being able to get in two hits on me. Two consecutive hits at that look at you.”