Shinobi Life Novels & Stories

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

Only Charlie could hear everything happening outside the door. He recalled his experience when he had faced the Fujibayashi family ninjas in Japan. He could sense the movements outside with his keen senses. The enemies outside were using the shuriken as their weapon. It was the same weapon that Fujibayashi Aota had used at that time! He frowned a little and scoffed disdainfully. “Hmph. It’s the Japanese Ninja!” Right after that, he quietly grabbed the Soul Blade in his hand.

I shook my head at the memory of last life's misery. "No," I said. "We still have advantages this time." Rachel rolled her eyes. "They've locked us up. We can't fight them, we can't run. What advantage do we have?" I tapped her shoulder and leaned in close. "In our previous life, we were kept in the dark. But this time, we know exactly what Robbie and Ned want, don't we? And I remember clearly: after the wedding party, we didn't register the marriage. Why don't we use that to our advantage?"

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.

Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now." Mom aimed at the wound and struck several more times. She had never cooked, so she didn't know how to chop bones. After a few swings, she failed to sever the lower leg and only left several new gashes. Grayson watched helplessly as Mom raised and dropped the blade, adding fresh wounds to his body. The pain was so intense that his eyes turned bloodshot, the ruptured capillaries spreading across his eyeballs until they became a vivid, horrifying crimson. He cursed loudly, "You bitch! Kill me if you have the guts!"

The System could not intervene. I asked whether Roxanne, as a fellow player, would be punished for hurting me. The System replied in an indirect tone, "Players inside a mission world may harm one another as long as they do not damage the mission targets. If a player dies before their failure is confirmed, their body in the original world will also die." Thus, I endured. Then one day, someone in the convent decided to "have more fun" and brought in venomous insects from the mountain to use on me.

he replies. "So, how do you combat the two? Or is one stronger than the other?" I asked, and Quill leans back into the seat, tracing the top of my hand gently with his. "It's a bit like the muscles of your body. Do exercises to strengthen them. But you have to make sure there's a balance, lest one side overpower the other." he replies, pulling out a brown crystal, and a slab of what looks like log pieces. "What is that?" I ask, scooting close to him to get a better look at it.

“I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.” His eyes darkened with something that made her blood run cold. “I’m Ekansh,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with menace. “Rehan’s most loyal friend. And I’ve been waiting for the day you’d finally go too far.” Shama’s heart pounded in her chest. *Ekansh...* She remembered the character from the comic—Rehan’s closest friend and fiercest protector. In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze.

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

"Sometimes, once a week. Twice a week. Last month, it was every night. But, it was hard to track that all the time because Young Master Dionysus moved like a ninja in the middle of the night when everyone in this mansion was already asleep." "A ninja?" The housemaid nodded. "Yes, miss Zoey. A ninja is a skilled person in a particular type of martial arts that I always love to watch in anime. You know the anime called Naruto, Miss Zoey?" Zoey laughed at the housemaid before nodding. "Yes. I have a little sister who was also a fan of those things. You and her would be very good friends if you happen to meet her." The housemaid smiled. "I bet your sister is as beautiful as you, miss Zoey. Becau