Neglected Naruto Trains Himself Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Unfortunately for Natsu, Kazuko was wearing a black trouser underneath her white and blue gown which means he couldn't see any panties. He sat up right and said "That was a good training, so shall we continue" Everyone around him who suffered the same thing looked at Natsu and in their minds they all thought the same thing which was "What! Did he just call that training, who the hell is this freak!" The instructor then said "Everyone we're resting for 10 minutes because after now we are going to do almost the same thing but this time it will be much harder" "Thank goodness, I'm feeling so tired, I'm really happy he said we can rest for 10 minutes. This way I'll have enough time to regain my

I can admit that. Nara doesn’t respond, but I can feel her concern. I do best to push it aside. I can’t let my body get the better of me. I need to be strong. I return to my room and change into training gear. Maybe if I move fast enough, I can forget the weight of everything. Maybe if I keep moving, I can outrun the memories chasing me. The air outside is cool and I count my breaths as I circle the courtyard, one foot in front of the other. For a minute I almost feel calm. Then my vision blurs and I am forced to steady myself against the stone wall until it clears.

Maybe, just maybe, I could claim my place in this world. The days that followed had been a blur—a storm of pain, sweat, and relentless determination. Diego hadn’t hesitated for a second when I asked him to train me. He didn’t treat me as his son. He treated me like a warrior, like someone in need of forging a new strength. He pushed me harder than I thought possible, my body aching, my breath labored. Every moment felt like a test. But with each passing day, I could feel the power inside me grow. Raw, untamed, but undeniably mine.

"Alpha...you're misunderstanding things. Perhaps you thought that you liked me, but you're just fooling yourself. You had drawn an illusion, and I don't want to be part of that illusion. Things cannot simply be done as you want it to be. And I don't know if this is a joke for you, but for me, this is not. So stop telling me this ever again," For a split second, he grabbed my arm for the second time, and like always I removed his grip and slowly retracted. **** I concealed myself in the farthest corner of a wooden column, quietly observing each person's training. It was challenging to put into words just how peculiar and distinctive their methods were. Their training seemed to blend elements

My fingers begin to type back a response. Me: Yeah. Jennie and Marco dropped me home safely. Are you allowed to be on your phone while training? I click send, my fingers tapping impatiently on the sides of my phone, waiting for his response. My phone pings with another message. Nate: No. My trainer just left. But he will be back soon. Nate: I just wanted to talk with you. My insides nearly flip over. My grin widens as I stare at the words, not knowing what to type back. Just then, my phone pings again with another message from him

“And I’ll also be leaving my weakness and cowardice with you here, Mother. From now on, I’ll be someone you’d be proud of. A befitting son of a Luna.” After that, I uttered a small prayer and then took my backpack. “I’m going now, Mother.” And off I went to train. -- Large sweat beads dripped my face. My breathing was also fast and my body felt so heavy, yet, I endured. I am now on my 7th day of training, and after exceeding my limitations several times, I could feel the improvements in my basic skills. There are times when I could feel the familiar sensation back then when my eyes supposedly changed but I could not maintain it.

I just wanted the world to break into millions of pieces, as I broke. But I had to settle for just screaming muffled and crying secretly. I had to settle for getting up, drying myself and changing. Because I still had to train. I still had to recover the basic movements of my body. And, hopefully, at some point I would be ready enough to face Aslan in the eye and tell him that not even with Mika's death, I would have become a mirror of my brother. I was better than that. It had to be better. And the time would come to prove it.

A girl trainee with pigtails hair regretted. "Hey! You bitch! What are you standing there dumb-shit?! One of the trainees with a skinny body and curly blond hair shouted. Yman wanted to talk back but he wasn't that kind of person who easily bothered by these types of taunts. He already masters the ability of Skin Face level 100, Thick-skinned level 100, Snob level 100 and etc... While watching the unfolding battle, he was thinking that...if only being shameful would make someone stronger, for sure, he would become the strongest magician in no time.

A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheeck as she nodded, accepting his feelings, determination, and promise. As was discussed, Naoko and Tadashi joined the training meant for the young children of the tribe. It comprised of mental, spiritual, and physical training. Nothing that was very new to them. Days passed with them working hard. When others played, Naoko and Tadashi continued to train. The locals who saw them could not bear to intrude into their time. Some children watched in wonder. Their strength grew steadily. The nausea they felt after eating subsided over the days. Naoko looked healthier, however Tadashi got increasingly frequent headaches.

Miria pouted her lips, mumbling, "Boys..." Jai had a thought about that since their journey back last night. Since he had to fight in the next round, he was thinking of training himself for two days. He wanted to see if he still got his fighting style after all that's happened. Besides, he's now an Elemer. He had to train and see for himself if he can improve this newfound power.