Naruto Smoke 소설 & 이야기

"Why the hell do you have to call me? We cut ties already remember, and never to see each other, was with the call this time, huh?" The figure smoke was standing with yelled at him for buzzing his phone with calls. Smoke pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, Kindle it, turn it off, and put it in his mouth. He drew smoke out of it and puff it to the figure's face, which made him start to cough. Shadow pulled out a knife and point it to his neck, making him tilt his head a bit.

CALUM The thick smell of smoke clogs the air. I pull out the joint between my teeth and puffs of smoke escape my lips and nose. My eyes water as the choking smell of weed invades the studio. It will take a while for me to get used to smoking this much. Not like it helps, it only dulls the pain for a few hours. Heartbreak sucks.

A mockery or two wouldn't hurt. A tornado of smoke burst in from the ceiling. The smoke was orange with a hue of black and the current of the tornado had no force. The smoke broke apart, spreading out all over the room and enveloping us in a cloud of orange smoke. The smoke smelt like orange blossom and apricot. It was somewhat pleasant. The smoke made Kira and Jerry cough, but it positively affected me.

* however, it was blocked by the lv2 Hunter using its 3 limbs! David spin had been finished, but it was all blocked! and he is currently in the air and can't dodge any attack! the lv2 Hunter doesn't let this chance immediately planning to stab him! "SMOKE SIGNAL"- Raymart from the mouth of Raymart, a series of smokes suddenly launch and hits the face of the Lv2 Hunter because of this, it was covered by a thick smoke, but the attack still continues! *swwwok!* to its surprise, it stabs nothing!

Then slowly—he raises a lit cigarette to his lips again, pulling in smoke like a damn movie villain. White, cloudy vapor floods my vision, choking me in the process. My eyes sting as I squint through the haze, waving my hands to clear the air. I cough. “Is this training over now? Because I’d love to get away from you and your fucking smoke.” “You don’t look like you want to leave,” he says airily, blowing his stupid smoke that's probably going to give him lung cancer—off in another direction. Just his voice and that damn smoke curling around us—it’s a storm cloud waiting to break.

"You're right. I was nothing but a smokescreen—a scapegoat, if you will." My voice sent shivers down his stiffened spine. "However, it was never to shield you. Rather, I was the perfect smokescreen to shield the Carozza Famiglia from all legal risks in their takeover of the Zappa Famiglia." Anna stopped struggling on the ground as her voice shook in disbelief. "That's… That's impossible…" I stood up and looked at them again. "The game was already over from the moment you both decided to take advantage of me."

The sharp, acrid scent of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air. Silas never smoked. In all the months I had lived under the Schmidt roof, surrounded by their violence and their secrets, I had never seen him touch a cigarette. He only reached for it when he was completely cornered by his own mind, using the bitter smoke to mask a vulnerability he couldn't control. Right now, I could tell he was smoking just to stay strong. He was clinging to the burning ember, forcing his muscles to lock down because he didn't want to shatter in my presence.

Aliyah screamed, feeling the strength drain out of her rapidly due to the pain and it wasn’t helping if her baby was moving around in her stomach fighting for a way to come out and thereby making her pain twice the normal. “Get out of my head!” Irene screamed and her eyes turned blue. Just then, black smokes evaporated out of her and formed a shape in front of her. “What a shame,” the smoke said, “I had thought you would help me finish the deal, but it doesn’t matter, you have brought me halfway after all.” And with that, it flew and enveloped Aliyah and within a second, it was gone and Aliyah with it.

Rojja also started smoking beside him. It was known that Northerners liked to smoke tobacco, but their cigarettes were different from those of the continent. The hazy fog that disperses from the smoke is quite unique as it has a purple color. The cool yet subtly sweet scent filled his nostrils. It was supposed to relax him, but… he pulled out his cigarette with a frown. “Sh#t, why is it so loud out here?” Rohan grumbled, which looked scary to the servants milling about in the corridor.

With a swift twist of the vial's cap, he released the potion's contents, creating an intense smoke bomb that engulfed the surroundings. Thick, billowing smoke filled the air, obscuring Vaxia's form from view. It was his chance to escape, to recall to the hidden base of The Eirian. With every ounce of strength and determination, Vaxia maneuvered through the haze, relying on instinct and muscle memory to navigate the chaos.