Shikamaru Nara Hokage Novels & Stories

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!"

H-6 faced the one way glass of an interrogation room, data reports on the details of his perpetrator danced on screen. Agent Joseph Nara, of Thelma-Dionis. Born 2092, Border Districts, 26 years old. Parents were fully employed Factory Workers for Thelma-Dionis. Educated in Corp sponsored schools and trained in the City Militia. Corp sponsored division as well. He’s gone through the file for a considerable amount of time, Nara was here for a reason. “I will begin.” Entering the interrogation room he keeps eye contact on Nara. Who for a second looked away in form of held back fear, which he then seemingly cast aside by staring back at the Arbiter’s black visor.

the boy asked. “You know I’m a shaman?” Nara stuttered. “Girlie, you practically reek of ghosts.” He gestured up and down at her. “I say that with all the affection a guy can muster before his morning caffeine.” Miyoung started to point out the time again, but gave up. “Can you tell us where Junu is or not?” she asked, her annoyance starting to get the better of her. The boy accepted the espresso from Nara with a nod of thanks before downing it in one gulp.

As they step off together, he tugs the hood up over her ears—gentle, protective. **Haru (low, just for her):** “Keep the hoodie.” Mia looks up—amber eyes questioning. **Haru (smirking, thumb brushing the red Nakamura kanji stitched over her heart):** “Everyone will know you belong to me when you wear it. Nakamura mark. Fire claim.” Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she buries her nose in the collar again—inhaling him like it’s oxygen. **Mia (soft, teasing):**

A few hundred strong men in black shirts came out from the cars while carrying swords from the Island Nations. In just an instant, those men had already surrounded the entire villa. A tall man in a black suit leading the crowd walked up with a cold expression on his face. “Harvey York! I am Taichi Maruyama of the Shindan Way! “I heard that you took my junior, Noriko Yamaguchi, as hostage! “I’ll give you one minute to release her immediately! “If not, I’ll level this place to the ground and rip you to shreds!” Obviously, the Shindan Way had no fear to do as they pleased in the wilderness.

So why— But Nara only smiled, tightening her hold for one last lingering second—long enough to remind Alary exactly who was in control. Then, just as swiftly, she released her. Alary staggered back, gasping, her fingers flying to her throat. "You—" "You're welcome," Nara murmured, sipping her bourbon with a smirk. Alary swallowed hard. There was nothing she could say. Because Nara Mormont was too powerful. Too ruthless. And now, there was no turning back.

Ah no, actually Nara felt that from earlier. Did you know? For the past year or so, Nara has been secretly harboring feelings for Kevin. The girl has always been the man's secret admirer. Due to her quiet and shy nature, Nara always shies away when Kevin asks her questions while at school. The girl will feel nervous when dealing with Kevin. And now? This is a moment that has never been imagined before. At this time she and Kevin were sitting on the same bench, and talking. Well, although Kevin is more domineering, this is a rare moment for Nara.

Freddy was wearing his usual black suit, and was holding a beautifully designed walking stick while he had marijuana on the other hand. Simon was certain that he could never come there alone, he never told Freddy about the burial; he was still being monitored, if he was going to plan revenge; he’d have to take out anybody that was monitoring him. He looked over his shoulders to confirm his thoughts; there he stood, Hatake Hiroshima, the Japanese bodyguard.