روايات وقصص ضمن Why Itachi Hangs His Arm

He looked like he was about to try one last desperate thing. Kishimoto quickly stood up and moved so fast even catching me by surprise. A long curved silver flashed and Hattori's right arm dropped to the floor, the stump of his severed arm sprayed blood all over the place. The piercing scream that Hattori emitted would be remembered for years. Kishimoto cleaned his Katana and slid his Katana back into it's scabbard. Hattori was on his knees cradling his severed arm. "Get this piece of filth out of my sight!" Kishimoto.

That meant they had the exits figured out already. A shot cracked loud in that narrow spot. It hit Dante before he could dodge. His body jerked hard, slamming his shoulder back into me, and his muscles tightened up for a bad second. "For fuck sake,” he hissed, slamming his hands in frustration on the ground. My stomach felt like it dropped straight through the floor. “Dante—” “It's okay.” He wasn’t fine at all. I could see his left arm hanging there useless now, and the way his right hand squeezed my wrist so desperate and hard, like he was using that grip to stay awake and keep going.

" If I die, I'd be losing more lives for nothing. My death must be purposeful and with meaning. I also have to protect Sienna and her unborn child." Horuto surprised me. He fought like he was some sort of black ninja. His swiftness and swordsmanship was impeccable. If I hadn't been good at dodging, I'd have been minced like beef. Suddenly Horuto came under me in a surprise attack and decapitated my arm off. I saw my arm flying in the air. It dropped down to the ground and laid limp. I was stunned. I staggered back and fell on my back. My eyes slowly shifted to my sliced arm. Blood was gushing from the cut. I could see my bone and the tissues around the bleeding wound.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

Without wasting time, Hilton disconnected the call. “I have seen that same bracelet with my husband.” Wendy spoke calmly. She turned and saw that the call had ended. “I’m just attaching meaning to unnecessary things. My husband’s own must be a counterfeit.”

This was also how he caught Frank Accardo’s eyes, and why Frank intentionally invited him from Japan. Heath looked on coldly in disdain. He was paying more attention to Zendaya and the other pretty ladies. Right then, Alex also struck with his fist, colliding with Mr. Kitagawa’s fist. In the next second, the sound of bones cracking could be heard from Mr. Kitagawa’s arm and a broken piece of bone pierced through his skin. It was an extremely terrifying scene. Mr. Kitagawa cried out painfully as he was sent flying out of the room.

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

He simply grabbed Eikichi’s right wrist before he shook his hand and twisted Eikichi’s arm. Immediately afterward, a loud ‘click’ was heard. Eikichi’s right arm was broken and detached from his right elbow joint. He was in so much pain that he could only cry and scream at the same time. He was covered in tears as he cried out, “It hurts… my arm hurts so much…” Charlie remained indifferent, and he said, “That is just one arm. You still owe me another arm. Come, give me your left hand!” Eikichi was already trembling from the pain, and his face turned pale in an instant. He finally realized that Charlie was not joking with him at all.

He immediately found his clansmen, erected a flagpole on the third or fourth floor outside the gate, and hung Gu Weiting up. When hanging Gu Weiting up, Que White followed the instructions of Caspian and hung Gu Weiting upside down on it, with the thunder chain locking Gu Weiting’s right leg. At first glance, Gu Weiting looked like a dying hyena. His whole body was covered in blood, and he looked as miserable as possible. However, his face had been washed by the magical power by Caspian. Even from a distance, others could recognize his face. Gu Weiting was shocked and angry when he was manipulated so casually.

“Former Phantom VI, Mizuki Itou.” * * * * With an ear splitting crash, the front doors of the dormitory complex of Hati flew open as the locks and bolts preventing the doors from opening split apart. And a group of people all dressed alike in black coats and pants, armed with weapons of all kinds, stepped through the opened doorway of the building. But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face.