Naruto Sketch Novels & Stories

That is him. That is a sketch of me. I was sitting in the field looking up at the stars with a smile on my face. Without realizing it, my right hand drew fine sketch lines, thousands of lines layered and added to create an exact replica of that night, the twinkling stars in the sky, the glowing fireflies in the background, the view from the trees in the forest in the distance, and myself with a happy look in my eyes. As I put the picture on the floor, my breath started to hitch, and Darren's eyes widened when he saw it.

Stuart scowl, Natalie continue to check more of the sketches and finally came across the one Stuart and his friend were hiding. Stuart held his breath, Jason shut his eyes close.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

Chloe burst out, excited as she grabbed the magazine. Ethan chuckled. "Didn't quite fancy you as a nerd." "Me neither," Chloe said complacently. "We all know only nerds can spend ten dollars getting a five pages magazine only to find out bizarre challenges." "How many challenges have you done?" "None. Not since our parent's demise." She opened the front page and saw a cartooned picture of a ninja with purple eyes holding two long swords and wearing black cloaks. By her right-hand side, she could see a silver-haired man with a crown on his head, holding a green jewel in hand, and on the other side is a man in a hat, having a scarred face and stripes all over his neck.

Finding a suitable angle, she sat down and started sketching the characters. Toph stood behind her, watching intently. Arya had a deep foundation in drawing, so she had managed to outline the basic features quickly. With some refinement, the two characters greeted them back on paper. At a glance, it was also obvious she had drawn them based on Chris and Lena! Zuko and Lina praised her, but Toph pointed out a few places with a frown. Arya had tried modifying those spots several times, but she could not get them right no matter what.

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.