Novel & Cerita Realistic Naruto

"How dare you laugh at me?!" "I'm so sorry, Mara. Hahahaha!" He was trying to calm himself down. "I was not talking about that, lady. And... Hahaha! Pico is not even a girl! Mara, you should just forget about that anime or just go watch Naruto and it will suit your taste." Mara's forehead creased and then pouted. She could feel her ears burning in embarrassment as soon as she realized that they were not on the same page just a moment ago.

It is said that in these two moves under the face of Sasuke are rivals. Naruto, the son of the fourth generation of Nolan Magic Academy, the body has all the energy of the king of the demonic beasts Nine Tails, whenever he is emotional or life-threatening, he will unleash part of the energy of the Nine Tails. And these forces are the fourth generation of all their own power to force the seal in Naruto body, so Naruto does not have the dominant right to this energy. Sometimes he even went crazy and hurt people.

It's safe, Nara thought. "Do not disturb me again." Said Nara firmly. in every word, he prayed that it would be easier to escape the crocodile in front of him. Although he has only met a few times, Nara can confirm that a gnat is a typical land crocodile male. Nasty. As good as it is for yourself to pick up someone's children carelessly. Very far from the expectations of Deenara Shinta's ideal man. Again Nara gulped. Ideal man?

His brows were heavily tangled in the end. “Did you find the Ume Ninja you were looking for, Palace Master?” Mutoh inquired from the side after more than half of the competition had passed. “Not really. These aren’t real ninjas.” Tyr sighed helplessly. “Those are only extravagant skills, not practical ones. Many of them even used physics and magic tricks to achieve their goals. This isn’t even close to ninjutsu.” “Forget it! This is just a ninja cosplay competition. No one here has any real ninja skills.” Tyr’s voice was tinged with disappointment. He didn’t have high hopes when he arrived, but he was even more disappointed after watching the so-called competition.

The guy was glaring at the audience boxes as if he was hating it with all his gut. Jai couldn't help thinking that this guy resembled a certain lilac-eyed ninja who had issues with his family recognition. 'It's like staring into the real life version of Neji Hyuuga. I hope he wasn't as bad as Neji's pre-shippuuden self,' Jai thought silently. Then Jai looked back at Darrion and noticed that his friend's lips had flipped upside down in an ugly frown. His brows furrowed deep, and his nose scrunched up in total distaste.

Chapter 43 Narat’s POV “Get your hands off him or you face my wrath!” That voice… deep, furious, unmistakable. No way… WARIN!!!!!! Just like a speed of lightning, they were all on the ground begging for their lives. Well, that’s him for you….super strong and fast. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt me… not when he is around.

Anima: “...” As Anima sensed Naraja’s soul/heart beginning to crumble piece by piece right before her, she couldn’t help it, but proceeded towards him and as she approached him… As Naraja felt a warm soft-tender little hand grasp his hand out of nowhere as if it was intended only for Naraja. As if he was supposed to receive this hand for help at this exact moment. He thought it was weird because he could sense his vision was starting to come back to him little by little. Reality by Reality. Naraja really wanted to cry and let it all out just from this simple act of kindness….but he just couldn’t..he had no idea why he just couldn’t let it out…(yet) . So instead he just simply held onto her h

She dropped her body on me and pretended to be drunk and they bought it. Honestly, I think they just didn’t want to deal with two drunk giants of men, which isn’t something I realised until later on. By the way, Nara plays the role of a drunk scarily well. It was as if she was actually drunk, but then again I’ve been drunk, so I don’t know what’s true and what’s not. I do think it was pretty true considering the soldiers dropped their guard around us.

Sweat dripped down his pale face, streaking through the blood that smeared his temples, and his eyes darted between me and Nitta with a desperation I’d seen countless times before. Nitta stood off to the side, casually resting a bloodied metal bat against his shoulder. His expression was one of detached indifference, as if this scene were just another dull routine in his day. It was that eerie calm of his that always amused me—so different from the twisted satisfaction I felt in moments like these.

"I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game." "Shut up, kid!" the aggressive man barked, pushing Naro hard. He stumbled and nearly fell. "You think we're here to listen to some teenager's fantasy?" Natzy's hand moved toward her dagger, but she stopped herself. 'Not yet.' "Please, let me finish," Naro said with a shaking but firm voice. The man sneered. "Fine. At least you know how to sound respectful. But next time, call me sir." Murmurs rippled through the group.