Ryūki Naruto Novels & Stories

I explained, and they were all confused. "You mean you are behind what we heard happened in Rukum?" The Sarki asked, and I nodded. "How? What deity do you speak of?" "Ruhun'Daji," I replied, and they were all shocked. No one could speak. "Are you sure of what you are saying?" One of the chiefs asked me. "I can prove it. In fact, that is why I have come here. She is ready to liberate her people." I said confidently.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Ryōta had decided to show up and was currently being held back by Hibiki. “I don’t want them on my property!” Ryōta shouted, pointing at Forrest, who was standing protectively in front of Riko. His gaze swung to Darius and me, and he shoved around Hibiki to rush us. “YOU!” he shouted—a terrible move. Darius and I were both ready, but we didn’t have to react. Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.

Even with Harvey York’s show of strength, Ryohei felt confident enough to defeat anyone as long as Julian York was not around. “Is that so? Harvey smiled. “Who’s Shuji Kubota to you?” “He’s my brother! We are the most outstanding disciples of the Abito Way! We…” he pridefully replied. “You’re even more useless than him.” Harvey stomped on the ground, immediately cutting off Ryohei’s reply. Crack! A tile flew out in a flash. Ryohei’s expression changed. He instinctively tried to unsheathe his longsword. But the moment he did, his pupils expanded when he stood frozen in place.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

I hope he’s paying attention. “Yūri?” Mayu nudged. I blinked. “Yes.” I answered. Riko smiled. “Repeat after me.” Riko nodded. “I, Yūri… I don’t know your full name.” She blinked in realization. “Yūri Aiko Hatake.” I smiled, embarrassed that I had not been paying attention. Riko nodded. “I, Yūri Aiko Hatake, take you, Hibiki Ryū Konishi, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." she nodded for me to repeat.

- Miyuki replied and smiled as well, before giving her friend a little hug, then they both went back to work. ~~~~~~~~~ This time Yumiko went out to collect orders, and Miyuki stayed at the bar, taking care of its eastern wing intended for fans of more traditional drinks, because the western one, the kingdom of unconventional connections, was handled by the main bartender, Ryosuke Sakai, called by everyone The Wonderful Ryo, because he was very talented at bartending tricks and knew many different drinks. He was of medium height, well built, with pale skin, brown eyes, and hair always dyed in some strange color, from red to orange and green to blue, one time he even had silver hair or white

Bang Before Ryuki could shout his voice at Aiden, the man had pulled the trigger of his M38 DMR, followed by a loud thump and loud screams from people who had just seen one of their comrades die in front of them. “Sigh, you really suck. Come back to Japan tonight, I don't need a loser like you," said Aiden sarcastically while stroking his favorite sniper rifle that had accompanied his ten years of life as a sniper. “Captain, please don't send me back to Japan. I will try one more time.” Ryuki plead. He couldn't just return to his homeland in such a dishonorable state, because that would be tantamount to suicide. At least if he wants to return, he must make a proud achievement for his country

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.