Novel & Cerita Naruto Sticks

Neeri bounced excitedly, ran a circle and nodded with her tongue practically dripping out of her mouth. “Ok, throw the stick.” The dragon-shifter nodded to himself, noting his dragon watching curiously from the inside. The stick sailed through the air in a glorious arch. The wind made a sweet whistling noise as the stick cut through it. Neeri darted after it, using all her senses to track its route through the air above her. Joy bursting in her brain, she pushed off the ground, leaping high and catching the stick mid-air. Victorious, Neeri happily trotted back to Rhy and presented him with the stick once more.

I squint, unimpressed. Pressure points do not hurt supernaturals as much as they do humans, but they do nonetheless. Shifting so my shoulder blade is level with his chest like the second stroke of a 'T', I cock back my left arm, the one with the stick that broke to have the less sharp end and then, I pitch it forward, releasing my half-branch.

Picking it up and looking at it I see a sharper end on the opposite side that I am holding. I look to the rogue, nauseous at how far this has gone. He has pulled my thong off and is trying to position himself to enter me. As he looks up, his face full of glee I swing my arm down with all my force and shove the pointed part of the stick into the rogue’s neck. It was not easy, and I was terrified to let go of the piece of wood.

"My stick! Where's my stick?! Someone stole it! No, someone stole it!" Dinar started to panic and fumbled around the table then Yusa immediately grabbed Dinar's hand which was almost touching the hot bowl of Shitake mushroom soup. "I have secured the stick, Dinar, when you are with me, don't rely on the stick because I will be your second eye." Dinar was silent then Yusa closed his fingers around Dinar's hand but Dinar pulled her hand quickly, wanting to let go of the grip but Yusa continued to interlock his fingers.

Thinking about how he tried to trick me. "No. Just close your eyes, I cannot do anything as long as this is in front of me." He pointed at the stick, describing it like it was a deadly weapon. He was right, I could control the stick and it would obey. And so I closed my eyes, not loosing all my guards down. "Open."

Finn shouted from upstairs, rubbing his sore back. Kiran's gaze fixed on Kim Jong-tae's face, "So, you’re considered a top expert in Stick Nation…" He trailed off, shaking his head with infinite disdain. "What do you mean?" Kim Jong-tae asked angrily. "Stick Nation is so pathetic," Kiran said as his right palm swung towards Kim Jong-tae. "You are the pathetic one!" Kim Jong-tae fumed with rage, his fists swinging towards Kiran's temples. Slap! Kiran stood still, his palm striking Kim Jong-tae’s right cheek with a resounding slap.

Ye Mo asked in a puzzled tone. With a resigned sigh, Qing Chuntao brought out a military-issued spatial pouch and took a bronze stick out of it. Rather than a long rod used for attacking, it looked more like a pike that should be driven on the ground building tents. It had the length of an adult’s arm, a width of a quarter of a handspan and was covered in mysterious runes. When her subordinate Number One saw that bronze stick, he let out a gasp. “Your Highness, please reconsider!”

He didn’t utter when his hand tendons were broken. Then, behind Yang Xiao, a person suddenly appeared silently. He held a double-section stick in his hand and threw it hard at the back of Yang Xiao's head. Yang Xiao bent down and turned sideways to block his attack. He turned back and kicked at the wooden stick whose tendons had been cut off. The two sticks hit the wooden stick, causing a burst of violent sparks.

I was not surprised when I entered the room, I already expected to see a lot of weapons hanging on the wall, from knives to guns, even bow and arrows. "Here," Brando spoke getting my attention, I looked at him as he handed me a stick that looked like it was being used for arnis. "What am I going to do with this?" I asked in confusion and reached the arnis stick he handed to me. "Sometimes, I wonder if all the men the boss brought here are really stupid or just innocent and naive," Brando said smiling causing my blood to boil with extreme annoyance. "I'm not stupid," I said annoyed and out of anger, I whip the stick that he gave me towards his arm. My eyes widened when I heard Brando's scream

It was frustrating, and her fingers were beginning to burn from the effort. She caressed her dark hair wishing for the first time that day that she had obtained the stick by herself. Each participant had been given a stick to make a bow for themselves. Why some struggled to bend the stick as a placeholder to tie the rope on the other end, Ejima seemed to be the only one whose rope has refused to stay on the stick. Please, can you make my day any less frustrating? She mumbled and picked the stick again. This time, she applied a strong force, making sure the knot was perfectly stable. That seemed to end her misery as the rope did not slip out this time or bounce away from the stick.