Novel & Cerita Naruto Smoke

"The smoke... it's everywhere. Inside me. Burning. Choking." Justin looked around, confused. "What smoke? Nivia, we're far from the fire. There's no smoke here." But I could feel it. Inside my lungs, my throat, my blood. It was everywhere and nowhere, invisible to him but so real to me. "Don't you see it?" I asked desperately, more silver smoke escaping with my words. "The silver smoke? It's coming out of me!" He shook his head, but his hand never stopped rubbing my back. "I see it coming from you, but there's no smoke in the air. Just what you're... breathing out."

Bima jerked his hand back, slamming the gas valve shut with one hard twist. Thick black smoke billowed from the pot, carrying a burnt scent that instantly stung their throats. "Bima, get away from there!" Riska shouted, roughly pulling the man’s arm. Lia coughed violently behind them, trying to wave the smoke away with her hand. "What is that smell? This isn't just regular burning, it’s toxic." Kevin stared at the bubbling black liquid in the pot, his eyes wide and his breath coming in fast, ragged gasps. "How did my instant noodles turn into something as hideous as sludge?"

Diego and I stood like some damn frozen ducks, worthless in this fight. *Let the vamps and demons handle them, all others stand still, Shadows orders don’t try to be a hero,* Kendra shouted, over mind-link. Shit that was fine by me, I wasn’t trying to fight a zombie! I wanted to tell her to do something about this smoke, it was filling my lungs and I was certain everyone else was having the same issue. My chest grew tight and even holding my shirt over my face did nothing, it was too thick. “What the fuck is this smoke even,” Diego said, coughing.

Now I just had to figure out how I’d done it. My first thought was that the weed was responsible. Perhaps it contained some magical ingredient that allowed the smoker to do magic. But there was one flaw in this theory, which was Pitt. I had seen him do magic with the fish-calling, and he didn’t smoke. Then again, Nabbo was on his pipe pretty much 24/7, so there was always a cloud of smoke hanging over the platform. Second-hand smoke magic? It seemed a bit of a stretch.

Nestie asked the question and then looked at the wisp of smoke that slowly dissipated from the window. He wondered what it was that created that smoke that for a moment looked like the figure of a woman leaning out of the window to look at the street below. As Nestie looked, a young man wearing a red shirt looked out holding an e-cigarette and blowing copious amounts of steam. Nestie had to laugh at himself when he saw the man.

He draws smoke from his lips like a smoke dragon.

~~~~~~Kyra's Dream~~~~ Smoke...gray and thick, so thick I can barely see ahead of me. The world around me is consumed by it, a choking haze. My eyes are itchy and watering, and my throat is sore and scratchy. The smoke claws at my lungs and stings my eyes. My breath is ragged and shallow, the acrid smell of burning wood and charred earth filling my nostrils. My vision is a blur of shifting shadows, and no matter where I turn, the smoke only seems to grow thicker, obscuring everything.

He screamed at me and chuckled. “I thought I’ve already lost you there. Those fellows didn’t want to be stung by the smoke so they waited for it to go away, hoping that your life is also taken away with it,” he informed me. “Oh.” That was all I could say. Well, I did realize it a short while ago. So the Elite Aryan Army had that kind of smoke technology to maim or even kill an opponent. I wondered what it could do to an ordinary Aryan. And I wondered what was in store for me once I get through this twisted recruitment process, thanks to the Aryan King.

It could almost be described as pervasive. Xyris and Tyr also covered themselves with wet towels, but soon Tyr deliberately lost the damp towel. He realized that even this Dark Smoke Kodoku could not cause any harm to him. Xyris also released her green Koboku. Her Koboku fluttered in her surroundings as if they could swallow those black smoke. As a matter of fact, the black smoke also happened to be a sort of Kodoku. It was just that the bodies of those parasites were way too tiny to the naked eyes so that it looked like black smoke.

Panic gripped me. “Shit!” I cursed, grabbing my phone and dialing Nicholas’s number. A robotic voice informed me there was no network connection. Of course. The smoke thickened, stinging my eyes and filling my lungs. I coughed violently, stumbling toward the door. Every step felt heavier than the last, my limbs growing weaker. The realization hit me, this wasn’t ordinary smoke. It was designed to incapacitate. My vision blurred, and my knees buckled. “Fight it, Elena, you can't give in! You need to reach Nicholas” I whispered to myself, crawling toward the entrance. My strength faded with every breath. I barely noticed the dark silhouettes emerging from the haze.