Old Man Naruto Novels & Stories

“Watched them grow from brats into slightly taller brats.” "What is the purpose of telling her this information?” Marius asked, his tone flat, as though Stone was saying something bad. Stone ignored him, "There's only one old man left from the former ISG leaders though, White Lotus.” I frowned. Wasn't he around their age? I looked between Draco and Marius and then to Stone. "I thought he's around your age?” I asked and Stone smiled. "It's what everyone says, the old guy doesn't age that fast. He may be old, but he's one of the strongest people I know."

Naitee's Pov.:- ' What were you even thinking before coming here? Huh!? He's inhuman so stop expecting out-of-the-box things from him. On top of that, you've hurt him so, of course, he's treating you like shit unless he doesn't get satisfied. ' I thought struggling to make the tent but it wasn't standing. Wiping the sweat from my forehead I turned a little to see him, still sitting under the tree and reading his book. As if he knew I'm watching him he smirked before looking up at me. He mocked me through his eyes as they shift back and forth telling me to concentrate on my work, not him. In response, I gave him an ugly look before wiping the sweat streams from my forehead and side cheeks. I'

I caught scraps of words here and there — names, places I didn’t recognize, old grudges spoken like fading ghosts. I thought about Ryu. About how everything had fallen apart so quickly. His face flashed in my mind — the anger, the betrayal, the hurt. I blinked hard, forcing down the tears that threatened to rise. I had to be strong. I had to survive this, whatever it was. After what felt like forever, the old man cleared his throat, drawing the others’ attention. "You don't know much about the Moon Hounds Pack, do you?" he asked, not unkindly.

The Japanese man counts his words, sounding like a clever, aged fellow telling a story to a group of young ones, though his voice still betrays him. “So, what is the essence of this discussion?” I stare at him through my lashes as I raise my bowl and scoop pottage into my mouth. When I bring the bowl down, I notice that the old man’s eyes are still on me. “This here is proof that I am a ruler—An Alpha.” He points to an age-stricken ring around his left index, and as much as I love to learn new things, I find the topic utterly vague and uninteresting. Adding that I have just finished the last of my pottage and am itching to sleep and meditate for the rest of the day.

‘Hang on, is this…’ When I realized who the voice belonged to, I saw a gray-haired old man slowly walk from the corner and towards me, step by step. I was stunned for a split second, as if struck by lightning. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stared at the old man’s figure. He remained the same as he had been for many years, dressed in a black kimono, the traditional Japanese robe. Above his head, his hair was in a messy bun. But his face was wrinkle-free, and his skin was as soft as a baby’s. If this was a plastic surgery procedure, I could only say it was a huge success. The only flaw in his performance was his strange expression. “Linda, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

In the outskirts of the Imperial city, The man in the wheelchair was thinking about his upcoming plan. Just then his subordinate came with an old man. The old man was in his late sixties, his hair and beard were smoky-grey in color, his faded skin and crooked fingers were giving a creepy look. On the contrary, his eyes were shining like he is finally getting what he yearned for his whole life. He looked at that man, smile by showing his foxy smile, bowed and said, "Greetings to master."

Carvalho asked in surprise, “Master Xanthos, how did you know that the person we’re looking for is a young lad?” Falco laughed and said, “Lord Schulz called and gave me some new information. He said that this young lad should be about twenty-five years old, and he would only be thirty years old at most. He is very powerful, and he is at least stronger than a Jonin amongst the Japanese ninjas. Moreover, he also said that it is very likely that this person is a Japanese-Oskian. Didn’t he tell you all these clues?” Carvalho shook his head and said, “Lord Schulz has not contacted me over these two days.”

"Go back! I'm an old acquaintance of your patriarch, Joira. I don't want to harm his disciples." Hearing the name Joira, the young man shivered and looked at the old man, stunned. The man was regarded as one of the most talented cultivators in the past 50 years. He became a sage at the age of eighteen and has since consolidated his power on Maudare Highland. He would not have resorted to assassination if he did not need an elixir for a breakthrough. However, the small, skinny old man in front of him gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The old man told me. I didn't understand anything, of course, I don't know who he is. I shook my head as a sign that I did not know, him, so he puffed something frustrated. "Moriah, I need you to remember what I told you the day, that you discovered that you weren’t ageing." I stared at him puzzled. I even moved my head a little to the side. The old man shook his head, "May I touch your hand?" The old man asked me and I nodded my head, he closed the distance that separated us and grabbed my hand.