Naruto With Guns Novels & Stories

"You're okay; I'm going to be with you the entire time." My mouth was incredibly dry, but I found myself swallowing anyway in a nervous gesture. "Okay." I zoned out as Jax paid for various target posters, and guns of different sizes. One looked like a hand gun, but the other looked like a bigger rifle; one that sat against your shoulder. I shuddered at the sight. The men that killed Mr. Solara were holding shotguns, like the one Jax was holding now; like the one he kept in his waistband at all times.

Hе duckеd, dodgеd, and wеavеd his way through thе dеadly projеctilеs, turning thе parking lot into his own pеrsonal ninja playground. With impеccablе prеcision, Nathan disablеd his attackеrs onе by onе, using a mix of martial arts movеs. Hе еffortlеssly disarmеd thе first thug, sеnding his gun flying into thе night sky likе a firеworks display. Thе guy lookеd dumbfoundеd, probably rеgrеtting his carееr choicе at that vеry momеnt.

Which really frustrated all of us as none of us were able to understand what was exactly going on there because they were shirtless and but still none of the weapons were working on them and out of frustration I ended up snatching the weapon of one of them and soon started shooting them with the same weapon because of which they started turning into ashes as they started combusting on the spot which was also amazing

Carter yelled. The guy turned toward Carter, pointing the gun in his face instead. I could see now that he was dressed head-to-toe in black, role playing like some kind of storm ninja. He advanced toward Carter, and for a moment I thought he was going to hit him. However, instead, he just got behind him. “Check him,” he barked at his storm ninja friend.

His eyes turned a deep shade of yellow, his wolf howling and growling before he attacked the elders, killing them mercilessly, and without remorse. He managed to kill nine or ten elders before his body hit the ground, a gun was shot on the back of his head. Nathan froze at the sound of the bullet being fired before he nodded at the men to pull out their own weaponry. Carter handed Nathan his own gun, and taking a step back, I put a hand on Jade’s shoulder, not wanting her to get caught in the ambush.

I sighed and started up the front porch, pissed as hell. "Welcome, boss." It was Kenzo, standing at the bottom of the stairs with a gun strapped to his shoulder. "What's going on?" I quirked my brows at his shoulder. "This?" he asked, pointing to the gun. "Oh, nothing. Tonight, I am joining the men mounting the front porch." "Oh." That was one thing about Kenzo. When the others took knives, he would strap a pistol to his thigh. And when they took shotguns, he would find a way to sneak in a Uzi.

“Mom would not have wanted this. She wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself like this. Or me.” Something flashed in his eyes for a moment—a little pause in the tempest roaring inside him. But just as quickly, it was carried away by the flow of his hopelessness. His head lowered into his hands, and he slumped forward. The rifle dropped from his grasp and thumped dully on the porch. With shaky breathing, Catalina reached for the gun. Her fingers trembled as she moved it beyond reach, her eyes fixed on the man before her—the man who used to be her father.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

He crouched, then pulled out a gun from her pocket. "Tsk… A gun especially made against martial arts warriors. Even a True Warrior won't have an easy time if he takes this point blank, right? This is the culmination of Country A's genetic research. The power it possesses is no weaker than the so-called martial arts lethal weapons from your country. "Oh, you want to kill me using this? I'm so scared! What should we do if we're afraid? We should, of course, face our fear directly in the eye…" Shingen immediately broke Yvonne's wrist by exerting his weight on his foot.

The blur moved and moved until the ninja dude ran out of bullets. He hid the now empty gun on his body and whipped out a wicked looking but curved blade out of nowhere. It was shorter than a sword but longer than any knife I’ve seen. He turned around slowly until he was facing me. Even from about seven or so feet away, I was able to make out black irises. They stared me down coldly, no hint of emotion in them. I gulped, my fear ratcheting up a notch as he simply stared at me. The trees in the forest rustled ominously and a few birds took flight, and somewhere in my periphery, I was certain I saw a blur of black.