Naruto Trained By Jiraiya Seriously Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Once again everyone was sprawled all over the training floor, breathing heavily and even bleeding. "You have improved but it still not enough!" - Kiba reprimands them. But what could they do? They were normal humans and not hybrids like them. Even their talent was subpar, their only decent quality was the will they had to become stronger, that, was more-or-less praiseworthy. "Kiba-san. We have been thinking about how strong you actually are. Would you show us?" - Hijama asked while standing up with difficulty. "It may be good, that way it could temper your mind and spirit so that you don't get scared in the middle of a battle." - Kiba agreed to his words. He went a distance away from them an

Tate hung back with Ivan at the training grounds. "Teach me to fight." Kiran's voice cut our comfortable silence. His words surprised the hell out of me. "Are you sure about that? I'm pretty ruthless." I teased, but he just nodded his head. "You're the strongest person I know. Teach me, Zerena." His voice was seductive like he was asking me to sleep with him not pummel him. "Only if you promise not to hate me after." I smirked at him. I was curious to see how strong he was.

"And where do you think you are going, young man?" He smiles cheekily; his eyes wander the room before settling on me. "I'm just going to check on Rain." He answered in a not-so-convincing tone. Despite the age difference between both brothers, their bond was impeccable. They were always together, and since Aelius had to be there to keep his brother in check, He always tagged along whenever he was less busy or done with his training. And for some reason, Jiraiya was the only one who could call him Rain; Aelius isn’t too keen on the name and prefers being called Aelius instead. But Jiraiyahad a pass in that and happens to be the only one to address him with his middle name.

"You want to be part of this pack, you fight like one. Doesn’t matter if you’re an Omega, a Delta, or a damn ghost. Ronan trains everyone. No exceptions." My grip tightens. "Even if they didn’t ask for it?" That bastard made me believe I’d won something when he agreed to let me train. Jace nods curtly. “Enough chit-chat. Copy my stance and get ready to block my attacks.” A few of the other trainees, all Deltas and Omegas, cast furtive glances in my direction. No one's sure how to act around me. I’m Ronan’s… what? His pet? His project? His obsession?

It was easier that way. But it still didn’t stop me from wallowing in self pity, until Kiran started to encourage me to try to train while he worked. He thought it would help me enhance my other senses. Kiran worked in the restaurant at the inn while taking me to the forest to train at night. He was helping me train, and on the third day of training, I noticed my sense of smell was sharpening along with my hearing. My movements were even more agile. “You’re adjusting faster than I expected,” Kiran said as we took a short break, his voice a mix of surprise and pride. “Most people would still be stumbling around, but you’re already keeping pace with me.”

He updates them on the crimes against me before sending them on their way and begins to train me in all forms of fighting. Under Jericho's guidance, I immerse myself in rigorous training, honing my skills and transforming into a force to be reckoned with. Every punch, every kick, is an act of defiance against my past. With each passing day, I grow stronger physically and mentally, shedding the shackles of victimhood that once bound me. Jericho's unwavering support fuels my determination. He becomes not only my mentor but also the pillar of strength that holds me up when doubt threatens to consume me. His belief in me is unwavering, reinforcing my own sense of self-worth.

Just stares at Araya with those burning golden eyes, as if seeing her for the first time. Finally, he speaks. "You have no idea what you're asking for." "I know exactly what I'm asking for," Araya says. "I'm asking you to train me the way you trained your sisters. The way you trained yourself. No mercy. No pity. Just brutal, honest training that will make me strong enough to survive." "And if you break?" Ronan asks. "Then I break," Araya says. "But at least I'll break trying to become something more than what everyone told me I was."

“The injuries. The healing. The attacks.” “I’ve recovered.” “Not completely.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have the luxury of taking it slow.” “Then don’t,” he said. “Train harder.” “For what?” “For the next time Nate shows up.” Silence. Because we both knew there would be a next time. Ryan studied me carefully. “You need someone to train you.” “I can train myself.” “No, you can’t.” “Yes, I can.” “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t.”