Shikamaru's Dad Death Novels & Stories

; he yelled not showing any tenderness on how imploring Yahiko's eyes gawked. Yahiko knew this would be hard but he still contended on trying it. To reconcile with his only family left, but now it seems that this teenage boy was pushing him away, not that he expected any less but an introduction might be good for a start. "your mom Tsunade is long dead, son"; he muttered while slightly bending his head a little, because those words were really hard for him to tell himself, talk less of his son. " what do you mean"; Kazuma stammered in fright with just what he heard the blond man speak.

I ranted. “And the gunfire?” he questioned. “Shinobu is dead.” I shrugged, walking into my bedroom. “You… you killed him?” he stammered. “Of course. A lesson needed to be learned. No one pretends to be Kitsune. No one kills in my name but me.” I answered as I calmly began to undress.

he said appraisingly as he smiled and accepted his coffee from Lucy. I may have been annoyed with the teasing but it was good to see my buddy in such a feisty mood. It was a long time since I saw Shen smile, let alone show his devilish, teasing side to such a degree. After his parents died in a boating accident and his uncle loss of one of his eyes and full use of his leg while trying to save them, he took on most of the responsibilities for the operation of the Dojo. The pressures were intense and, as a result, he was quiet and serious most of the time.

Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!" Dad's eyes widened in disbelief.

Why? “Hachigo Village,” I answered simply, my mind filling with questions. She frowned slightly. It looked like she had never heard of the place before. “Did Zoren… have a disease?” she asked hesitantly, like she was afraid of the answer. I bit my lip as the memories rushed back—memories of blood, screams, and the cruel humans who ended both my father’s and brother’s lives. “He was killed,” I said slowly. “By humans. Along with my brother.”

Among the five esteemed elders, two held significant roles in my life: my grandfather, Pops Hiromichi, and my father's assailant, Uncle Hajime. Pops Hiromichi, a tall and imposing figure, approached us with a smug smile. "Kasumi, my dear granddaughter, how delightful to see you. I trust you received our invitation?" Pops... You watched your son die before you. You imposed my father as the Alpha of the Red Sun pack, yet why were you supporting your second son now? What made you decide to approve him as the next Alpha after learning he slaughtered Father? Those words wanted to come out. This grudge was boiling inside me, wanting to lead me to slaughter them... those other elders who remained b

thought Soera, “no, we definitely don’t have anyone here with that name. And anyway, the name is kind of strange. “Normal name,” I objected indignantly, putting my hands on my hips. - It’s you who have them here strange and difficult to pronounce, and dad has a wonderful name, and mom ... I immediately fell silent, because a lump rolled up in my throat, preventing me from uttering a word, and tears welled up in my eyes. — What about mom? Sora asked. “And she is no longer alive,” I answered, somehow swallowing a lump in my throat. “Your precious son killed her right in front of my eyes, reducing her to ashes.

“My mom always joked that I was taking my time in the womb, putting on makeup. She said I was pulled out before I could finish my blush, which is why my left cheek is pink.” He smiled, caressing the mark. “She sounds like a sweet woman. Is she in the Wild Fangs pack?” A dull ache formed in my chest. I looked away. “She’s dead,” I muttered. Shahar’s face fell. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.” I nodded, unable to speak. “And your dad?” he asked hesitantly. “Dead too,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

after hearing this, isekai saw his father wave his, not trying to admit that. "no he isn't, my son died ten years ago, this is not him, this person got nothing to do with me, he is just a clown that doesn't worth your time. it is me you want, I am the one that is going against you just leave him out of this," Takamatsu said.

He just thought that she’s probably not ready to tell her son that he has a father who had gone missing for years now. Everything turned upside-down when Gemimaro died a year later. It was a rather disgracing death for a Shadow Wielder because she died on her bed, not in battle. Luis never noticed her act weird the previous days, and it was rather a shock when she wouldn’t budge in his attempts to wake her up. No one even bothered to mourn with him because dying without fighting was considered to be a mortal sin by these wielders, so he was left crying all alone, burning his mother down to ashes in their backyard.