Senju Uchiha Novels & Stories

“Your senior? Who is your senior?” Alex replied, “The Plenilune Sect’s sect master, the inheritor of the pure Nine-Tails bloodline.” “What?” Sion’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Are you serious? The Plenilune Sect still exists? Where is it? Take me there. I’ll promise anything you request.”

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

The men spread out and quickly surrounded Kaze and Collier. One of them, in a black uniform and a headband over his forehead, stepped up and said coldly, “Kaze Lee, I am Senji Kadota from the Refined Blade Clan. I heard you have taken Anzu Okita. You have one minute to hand her over and I will take her away, or else I will level Bronze Sparrow to the ground and make this place your grave!” Senji peered down at Kaze condescendingly as if he were looking at a dead man. He did not take Kaze seriously at all.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

“In the beginning, the middle, and the ending. Your world along with the other five are all, but His creation. My death is the start of the doom, as the half of Him is what protects the original, she. You who are the reflection and shard equivalent souls of all of them will have to take the game of chess and be my puns.” Crouching in pain as her brain is on the brim of breaking from the information and images that did not leave a single trace out as HE intended her to know every bit and every corner of everything. The Tarot Cards line up as the images of the prominent ones are presented and HE chanted their names from the original Shinzo Dimension. “Hideaki Jin,” HE names showing the guardia

Kukushi replied to the elder Shunin confusedly. “Kukushi, my prediction has never been wrong,” said the elder Shunin to him. “you mean that Alex is not in the prophecy that you told us first? She possessed with the power of an eight-tailed supreme God, so how could it be that she is not the one?” Kukushi replied to the elder Shunin.

“I’ve been trained to see danger, Jiro. I know what it looks like, and I can see it when it’s right in front of me. You’d be wise to remember that.” Jiro felt a tightening in his chest, the weight of their words sinking deep into him. He knew who they were, not just by name but by their presence. He had heard stories about Kenji’s family and Aoi’s alpha, both of whom were known for their strength and influence. Mitsuki, too, was a force to be reckoned with. Her calm demeanor hid an intelligence and resourcefulness that made her one of the most dangerous omega individuals in their circle.

“What is it?” She didn’t answer immediately. She was listening, too intently. I knew that she was stronger than others, and Giovanni was sure to train her differently if her mother was Tatiana then there was a slight better chance for her to be different, just as Sienna was. Though I knew that she was a little more prepared than our Luna, I also knew that she had a little more difficult demeanor than Sienna did. Then she whispered, “Something’s wrong. Someone's here, but they're masking their scent.”