Sasuke Retsuden Novels & Stories

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

The scorched black scar caused by the thunderbolt slowly fell off, revealing his original skin color. His face and body were all like this. "Take my sword." Seeing this, Sannuit rushed forward and swung his sword. Little Apple chuckled. The sword fell directly on his body, leaving only a faint trace, not even a trace of blood. "What a powerful physique!" Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed, looking stunned. Sannuit withdrew his sword and retreated. Just now he was just overjoyed and wanted to see how strong Little Apple’s physique was. "I’m sorry to have kept you waiting." Little Apple said, bowing to everyone.

Looking at each other. That thread again. Tighter now. Stronger. Borderline unbreakable. “You sent for me,” Adrian said finally. Vaelreth studied him. Drank him in. Every detail. Every subtle shift. “Yes.” A step forward. Then another. Closing the distance. “I did.” Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t retreat. But Vaelreth saw it— That flicker again. That crack in the control. Small. But real. And something in Vaelreth—

Jessica said while staring with glittering eyes at Jerry. "You guys are the rotten humans that ruin normal anime and turn them into another thing, ugh," Jean prejudiced harshly. "Shut it! So what if we prefer Sasunaru?! There were meant to be!" Jessica argued. "Sakura and Sasuke have a daughter named Sarada, give it up, you fools! They're just besties!!" Jean argued back, as a Naruto and Sasusaku fan at that, he refused to give in. He believed that all Saku-any other ship that wasn't female should burn in hell, ugh! How he hated those rotten people who shipped his favorite character with males!

"No worries, I only need them to see." They smile at me and the boy who said I'm pretty adds, "She's funny, Uncle Ashrac." If only Ashrac had his sensitivity. "And who are you?" I ask. He steps forward with a glowing look. "I'm Botan of the Purple Dragon Clan and I'm four." He turns slightly and places his small hand on his brother's arm. "This is Rotan of the Purple Dragon Clan and he's four too." Rotan brushes off the brotherly hand. "She knows that, dummy."

It was also the reason why he didn't mind having a closer relationship with both of them. Monica looked at Usa and had to admit that this guy was better than Sorata since, unlike Sorata, this guy had never gotten angry toward the heroines, but well, similar to Sorata, this guy used a weapon known as "Yasashi (kindness)" to get the heroine too, but unlike Sorata, Usa was a truly good boy.

It wasn’t hard to tell that apologies wasn't one of Justin's strong suits. “It’s alright man, I understand. My brother was a dickhead. But damn! You pack a mean punch.” Aiden said as he flexed his jaw. “Are you an MMA fighter or something?” He chuckled, before stretching an arm out to Justin. “Aiden Jameson,” he said, introducing himself. “Justin Mount,” Justin replied, taking Aiden’s hand in a quick handshake.

" the Akash master uttered with hate. Suwa Hiromoto continued, "As the only espionage and ninja expert, I, Suwa Hiromoto, will impress you. No other expert in the country can infiltrate like me! That's not my combat ability yet! And I, Suwa Hiromoto, enthroned you to be my follower!" Master Aakash's face paled, but it was Suwa Hiromoto who didn't care about the change in Master Aakash's face. He stood up and started to get angry. "What do you mean Suwa? I haven't even finished my words!" Master Aakash retorted.

ASHINA’S POV The clanging of footsteps shattered the suffocating deadlock. It began as a faint, almost imperceptible rumble, like a distant storm murmuring across the plains. Gradually, it intensified, becoming the steady, deliberate pounding of boots marching in harmony, vibrating through the soil and into our bones. I held my breath while Alpha Knight paused mid-motion, sword suspended in the air, his gaze snapping sharply towards the growing noise. Then, out of the shadows, they appeared. It was the warriors clad in deep midnight blue, their faces adorned with the sacred patterns of my bloodline. Their presence was like a surge of memory brought to life.

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?” “Okay, boys. Cut it out.” Amelia came in between us, giving the markers to Lucius. “I need to find my best friend or we all gonna be hunted by Victor, the director, and the Raitos, and trust me, you don’t wanna cross paths with dozens of Samurai and Ninjas.” “And here I thought I’ve already seen many weird things in my life,” Nora said. “So Ninjas do exist.” “Yes. Ren is literally a Samurai. He’s a warrior, and his family a descendant to a noble class of ancient Japan Society.”