Why Itachi Hangs His Arm Novels & Stories

I grin happily to myself as I stare at my right hand. Oh! How I miss seeing you! I happily move my fingers with ease. Not to mention my mana capacity is back to normal! But still strange how it suddenly changes back to a bracelet. I thought as I stared at the silver bracelet with a pouncing cheetah around my wrist. Maybe it's because I'm not focused on looking for Misaki's son? Or is it because I'm more focused on helping the humans? Or because I made my first friend? I thought as I pulled up V4's shirt over my shoulder but due to its size, the other side falls off my shoulder. This sucks! Hikaru better hurry up! It's uncomfortable wearing V4's pants over my torso. We will be setting off soo

"I know, you keep repeating that and my eardrums are already hurting me already. So let's begin." The pain didn't register Elos immediately as he lifted up his hands to clenched his fingers into fist, the pain came faster as he felt as if water was soaking his clothes and that was when he discovered that his right arm had been cut off and the arm was with Hiro. "Impossible." Elos murmured as he stared with bewilderment at his arm with Hiro. He use left hand and tried to stop the blood from flowing which was futile. Almost his body was soaked with his own blood. "How?" he croaked out. He didn't see Hiro move so how is that possible?

He flung his arm around widely, releasing the young alpha in the process. He grabbed the wolf hanging from his arm and threw it away from him before doing the same to one on his back. The two wolves stood there growling as they circled him, looking for an opening. He looked at his arm in disbelief, it was starting to heal but slower than normal. Was that silver?!

Their armor was discarded beside them, replaced by sleeveless shirts that clung to their sweat-slicked chests. “Hey—look at this one.” One of them, taller than the rest, dark-haired with a scar across his lips, stood up and walked toward Akira. She kept her head up, as they’d been taught, and said nothing, though she wished she could kill him right then. “Such tiny hands,” he murmured, pretending to study her fingers before gripping her wrist and twisting it just enough to jolt her. “How can that hand hold my cock if I ask you to?”

The weight of his failure was suffocating. Ichiro’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized he was the only one left standing. In his culture, there was only one path left for him now. Shame burned deep inside him as he slowly pulled his sword from its sheath, preparing to commit harakiri. He knelt on the blood-soaked ground, gripping the sword tightly, positioning it above his stomach. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Just as he was about to plunge the blade into his abdomen, a forceful kick knocked the sword out of his hands.

Takeshi paused placing his leg up on the glass table. “But I know for sure he must have done something, something that is going to leave a huge scar on my life once again” Takeshi mumbles as he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt. Revelling the scars all over his arms and also the ones which were peeking out through his black shirt. As his fingers traced the scar over his arm. Zen just remained quiet with his hands behind his back. “Even though I’m happy no matter what he has still left the memories imprinted along with the mento-”

He hit the staging area fence and the wood cracked and he went through it and landed on the other side and did not immediately get up. My right palm was bleeding from three discharge ruptures. The cultivation output had exceeded my current threshold — the *Iron Soul Condensation* was not complete enough to handle that level of sustained compression without cost. I stood up. My left arm hung at an angle that required managing. I managed it, pressing it against my body with my right forearm and keeping the arm still, and then I walked back to the gate. ~~~ They were waiting at the inner side, seven shapes in the dark between the lamp circles.

“All of you, you dare defy my orders?” “Aaaa. Alpha, we pledged to put our lives on the line for you. It’s our duty, you can’t blame us,” Itsuki said, rubbing his hair. Hikari hit his head with his hilt. “Baka (stupid)!” Itsuki chuckled. One by one, the ninjas flopped on the ground wearing sombre faces. All of them had lost someone. Once again, people died right in front of my eyes and I could do nothing to save them.

"No need. I'm really okay, Seanne. Don't worry. I need to go now. I have something to take care of. And please, be careful next time. I might not be there to save you next time." I watched him walk away. I really wanted to go to the doctor with him. He was holding onto his right arm where I had fallen on earlier. Why did he have to hide his pain? Why did he have to act so brave even though he was clearly in pain? I don't understand. "Seanne? What on earth happened to you?" Iwatani rushed over to me and inspected my scratched knee. He had a worried look on his face, which softened my knee. Oh, please! Not now, Seanne. I know you're attracted to Iwatani, but hold back. You almost got hit!

A thing held in the arms of their god. My face, my neck, my entire body burned with a humiliation so profound it was almost a physical pain. My legs were gone, two useless, dangling weights, leaving me with no choice but to be plastered against him. His arm wasn't just supportive; it was a bar of iron, possessive, claiming. I was hanging by a thread, my cheek pressed against the cold leather of his tunic, my entire world reduced to the scent of pine and his sheer, immovable strength.