Naruto Taijutsu Master Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish. I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a s

The Southern Sect Master thought to himself " This power I have never seen or felt before It looks like you are suspended in the sky There is no one next to you but that vast universe next to you And then the heavens begin to gradually put their energy into you until you are filled with your hunger In this martial arts, it is like raising a little tiger so that it grows up and eats you. Of course, I am the tiger. Of course, I will fight the sky. Of course, " the Southern Sect Master thought to himself.

But that didn’t last for long as he wrapped his arms around my own knees making me fall on top of him before turning us around and hovering my body. He spread my legs using his thigh and got between them, his arms resting either side of my head on the mat that we were on. His forehead rested against my own as our breaths mixed “my student seems to be forgetting that the master is still a lot stronger than she is, plus the fact that she needed to keep her focus as she should remember that she could easily get attacked again”

Zane shouts from the bedroom. “Hey, no mind reading!” I scream at him from the kitchen. Recently I learned that one of Zane's perks as my master is that he can read my mind. Apparently, I can read his mind as well, but I haven’t figured out if he’s serious or fucking with me. I’m too stubborn to text Blair or Zara to find out if it’s true. One thing I’ve learned about my alphahole of a master is that he loves to fuck with me. He loves to give painful yet sexy punishments like grabbing my nipples and twisting them painfully till I comply. I secretly love it.

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

When he returned to the circle, Koumori-shishou said: “A magician MAY be persuaded to share his tricks when threatened by the combined persistence of three young apprentices. I suspect I will not be allowed a moment’s peace from this night forward?” Temujin, Aki and Sasha all shook their heads while smiling broadly. “Very well then, my passionate students. The reason I am able to harness more than one element is because I am what people call a Zen master.” “Zen master,” Aki savored the words on her tongue, revering every syllable. “A Zen master is someone,” Sasha shared what he had learned from books, “who can learn martial arts faster than all the best jōnins combined. What it takes us year

The whole time at our training session, he refused to even spare a glance towards me and if that did not hurt enough then, he very evidently showed that he could not even bear to tolerate my very presence around him, as shown by the permanent frown etched on his pretty face and the incident that involved the Ancient Master himself. “Danielle ! Stand on Chester’s feet while he will lift you without using his arms or hands. Exert as much pressure as possible,” the revered Master had instructed. “Otherwise if you make it too easy for him, you shall be running around the pack land 100 times, by crawling on your knees,” he had added before going to meditate back to his place under the Cherry Tree

I instinctively raised a shield, creating a barrier that absorbed the impact. For the first time, Master Asahi smiled, a genuine sign of approval lighting up his features. Even Eun, who usually remained silent, let out a sound that could only be interpreted as encouragement. The relentless pattern continued as Master Asahi thwarted every attack I threw at him, demonstrating a remarkable ability to counter my efforts despite being a warrior without magical talents of his own. His poise and mastery were truly humbling. When, for the seventh time that day, I found myself landing unceremoniously on my backside, he offered me a hand to help me back to my feet, his expression a mix of patience and

Trembling, he mumbled, “T-This c-c-can only be done by a s-s-superior class master… An actual nonpareil!” He slapped himself on the cheek in fear and regret, whining, “Why the hell did I provoke him? Oh my God, I accused an actual master of plagiarizing my moves! Holy sh*t! I even tried to beat him up…” The students were just as flabbergasted. It was shocking, even world-shattering. One of them, whose eyes were blazing in fear, excitement, and adoration altogether, began to ask gingerly, “M-Master, was that guy really human, or um, an alien?”

That's the kind of disposition he had. Warren felt something else too. Since he was s master cultivator, Warren could tell that Young Master White had some Reiteki. He was definitely not an average cultivator as he was at D-Class mastery. Although he was nowhere close to Warren's level, he could still hold his own against your average Joe.