Novel & Cerita What Is Behind Kakashi's Mask

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

Glass, smoke, twisted metal. The motorcycle drove over the sidewalk, jumped a step, and almost hit a tree. Aurora looked back. Two men on black motorcycles were following closely behind. One of them had his face covered by a metal mask. The other, for a second—just a second—looked like Kaio. “No, it can't be...” She blinked. Blinked again. The figure had already disappeared behind the smoke. But the chill in her stomach didn't go away. Kaio couldn't be there.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

a familiar voice said behind her. Turning around she saw one of her brothers who was resting his back on the wall with his arms crossing his chest and his eyes on her. He was wearing his normal black clothes, his ninja armor, which consists of a black jacket, black trousers, light black sandals, and a ski mask which he lifted up so that his face will be seen. "Lost? Really?" she asked, ignoring the kid part he had called her. "Yes, lost if not we would have seen you when Master Storm had whistle."

Without a second thought, he removed his mouth mask, so that I can see his face. "What? Kazuo?" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Let's guess, guys. Who was the man with sharp eyes like an eagle, who had helped Mizu in the past? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

I could already tell Kaiser was behind it. I left Killian and walked deeper into the darkness, closer to the tree. "Kai," I hurried to him, as soon as he came into full view. I sprawled my arms around him, falling into his arms. "I can't believe you are here?" I said, pulling away as Kaiser took off the masquerade mask that was covering his face. "Me neither. But here I am. He invited me," he muttered, holding the mask in one hand. "And I'm really happy."

The folder followed with a thud onto the seat beside him. From the mirror, Josiah saw him lean back, eyes closed, fingertips pressing into his temples. The air between them grew thick. Even Alexander Gracias, it seemed, couldn’t control everything.