I held on to the shaft of my Dane axe with a tight grip, before letting out a deep breath to calm myself. With a flex of my knee, I transitioned from a casual stance into a runner stance, half crouched and hiding behind a tree that judging by how big it was, might as well have been as old as the wall.
I sent searching eyes forward while w...
This is just a though right now, but I've been getting inquires for my Northborn(Wildling SI in GOT/ASOIAF) and (Levi reincarnation into Naruto) To be re-written. Would you guys be interested in it?
I’ll be posting the first two or three chapters of Northborn before really making a decision. (These first chapters three chapters wou...
2023-12-13 09:58:57 +0000 UTC View PostHe could not say how it began.
Where the care and love he had accumulated in this life began. No, that was a lie. Looking to his side, the smiling and clapping bright-eyed form of Aiko dispelled that notion. He knew the catalyst for this change.
He had lived his past life surrounded by expectations and responsibilities and ended it r...
2023-12-11 00:08:03 +0000 UTC View PostHe woke up face down in a pool of drool and his own blood staining the futon.
He tried lifting himself up and almost stumbled at the action. He shrugged off the cloth that had been spread over him and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the stump of his arm; the memory of the fight came back easily to him.
He remembered stumbling ...
2023-12-11 00:06:02 +0000 UTC View PostHe was alive. How?
The clash of blades and the splash of blood on stone forced him to blink his blurry eyes. He could feel himself bleed out, feel his lips grow cold as his life-giving blood leaked out of his body at a slow and steady pace.
He forced himself to think through muddy thoughts. What did he last remember? A sharp grin on ...
2023-12-11 00:02:30 +0000 UTC View PostA hitched breath and an aborted movement to grasp at his cousin were all he remembered as he stared at the body for longer than he knew was wise, especially when the killer was still out there.
Red eyes imprinted the image of white hair soaked in blood into his brain.
The original shock had swiftly turned to horror, horror to rage, r...
2023-12-10 23:57:19 +0000 UTC View PostFollowing the aftermath of the previous day and the standing invitation from Mei Mei to come visit, Jiki followed his cousin and his classmates back to Jujutsu High, which led to where he was now: with his awareness and Sharingan, he finally had greater control over the intense cursed energy that seemed to rage just beneath his skin, opening doo...
2023-12-10 23:55:52 +0000 UTC View Post"He was six and a half when he got a ludicrous gift." His pale grey eyes went from the black eye wrap in his hands to the grinning face of Satoru.
"You're aware of the fact that I can't see past this, yes?"
His white-haired cousin's smile only got wilder before pointing a thumb at his own eye wrap.
"Common brat, try it on. We m...
2023-12-06 11:02:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe kid is a monster in the making.
He observed with a big grin while he spectated his little cousin fight from 500 feet up.
A borderline relentless machine in combat. A kidney shot landed on the instructor like a cannon. A kick to the side of the knee had the black-haired man stumble out of his guard. He watched as the li...
2023-12-06 11:00:34 +0000 UTC View PostThe jutsu was familiar. His ocular prowess erased the need for any hand signs, and it sprang into existence like an unwanted child finally shown love for the first time.
Amaterasu was a beautiful jutsu. Effective at both attack and defense, at his peak, if he so desired, he could've rendered almost anything to ash in seconds. Ye...
2023-12-06 10:58:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe conversation that followed that question shaped the next two years of his life.
He stepped out of the house with a shallow idea of curses, cursed techniques, the three great clans, his family, and his place in it. It also gave him an idea of why his maid was so scared of him walking in.
His mother died while giving birth to him...
He woke up.
In any other scenario, or if he were any other person, there would be nothing to it. Most people closed their eyes and opened them back up 5-6 hours later, like puppets controlled by unseen threads.
He was not like most people.
Most people didn't die bleeding out with blurred eyes and a sickly frame, only to wake up a...