Ichigo didn't even look up from his math homework. They were in the living room, where he was at the coffee table and Rukia was sitting rigidly on the couch, wearing her school uniform.
"I heard you the first twenty times, Rukia. Shut up, I'm trying to figure out why the cosine of 'x' matters."
"I'm not kidding, Ichigo." Rukia shifted, and the couch cushion...
The room fell silent, broken only by the sound of the tarp hitting the wall frame, while Karin kept aiming through the hole.
"He's watching us," she repeated, her voice low and inflectionless.
Ichigo moved closer to her, narrowing his eyes toward where she was looking, and saw that the black cat was motionless on the utility pole, a dark silhouette against the steadily brightening s...
The tarp they had gotten from the garden shed slapped against the broken frame of the wall, a dull, rhythmic sound that echoed in the silent house.
It was four in the morning.
Ichigo was sitting on the floor of his wrecked room, his back against the only remaining intact wall, and while he couldn't sleep, he hadn't tried either.
Author's Note: I completely rewrote chapter 2, it has nothing to do with the previous chapter
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Ichigo closed his eyes. Great, another disaster. Just what I needed.
"Hey!" Rukia's voice sounded again from the closet, this time louder and muffled by the wood. "What is that noise?! You're leaving me here! Get me out!"
First off, apologies for being quiet today. I was busy mapping out the future arcs for my stories, and... well, I got hit with a sudden burst of inspiration and ended up starting a new Bleach story XD. Hope you can forgive me!
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Dealing with ghosts and third-rate thugs was my routine. Seeing a Soul Reaper in my room and fighting a giant Hollow was... intense. But this? This is spiritual paperwork hell.
I thought my only problem was controlling the psycho living in my head. Turns out my real destiny is to be the spiritual "Ground Zero"—a fancy name for being a walking catalyst who needs... to bond.
Temari's voice came out muffled from the futon, where she had curled into a ball, completely wrapped in Hinata's sheet, and she refused to look at the door where Shizune had just fled.
Naruto stood in the middle of the living room, feeling like a complete intruder in his own house, and the silence left behind by Shizune's slamming door was t...
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I wanted to post a huge thank you to all of you. The support from the Webnovel community has been incredible, especially with the flood of Power Stones we've received. I've also seen a massive and very welcome increase in subscriptions to The Unrivaled King's Throne tier, which is just amazing.
As I promised, I'll be releasing extra chapters for every ...
It was the explosion of a tree weighing many tons, expanding from a marble to its full size, impacting the wall of debris with the force of an artillery shell.
The ground shook so violently that Izuku was thrown against the inner wall.
"AAAAH!!"
A sharp scream tore from his throat, distorted by the respirator. The pain from his broken ankle, whic...
Hello to all my amazing supporters in the Hero Trainer, Thigh Teaser, Seed Investor, and Legendary Trainer tiers!
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Jiraiya turned, his face pale with disbelief, pointing a trembling finger at Tsunade. She stood behind the splintered remains of what used to be her desk, arms crossed.
"Hime. Are you kidding me?!"
"Do I look like I'm kidding, Jiraiya?" Tsunade's voice was flat.
"You're insulting my legend!" he roared, his cheeks starting to flush. "I am the gallant Sannin of Mount Myoboku! Th...
The silence was heavy, broken only by Shizune's soft, exhausted snores. She was sprawled on the small sofa in the corner, mouth open, a thread of drool connecting her to a...
A single vein throbbed rhythmically on Tsunade's forehead.
She was sitting behind the Hokage's desk, or rather, leaning back in the chair with her bare feet propped up on the mountain of reports covering the wooden surface. Her blonde hair, now vibrant and young, was pulled into a messy bun from which stray strands escaped. She had a prominent splotch of dried ink on her left cheek.
I want to start with an apology for the delay. Yesterday got hectic—I was at a political event and had very little time left over to dedicate to writing.
However, I've just published a total of over 14,000 words between yesterday and today, which is a pr...
Tetsutetsu's voice was a metallic squawk, choked by a violent cough that echoed inside his own steel skin. His body flickered, reverting to flesh and then back to metal, in spasms.
He was happy, curled up in his bed, ready to sleep until noon. Sunlight streamed in through his window. He stretched, feeling... incredible. Full of energy.
An insistent knock sounded on his door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
He jumped out of bed, wearing only his pajama pants, and opened the door. Shizune was there, with a nervous smile and a be...
Her left arm was in a clean sling, a parting gift from Shizune. The Konoha escort had left her at the border of the Land of Fire two days ago. The journey alone across the desert had been... quiet.
The hospital room was silent, except for the distant sound of hammers and the whisper of the breeze in the trees. Temari was sitting on the bed, her left arm in a sling. Her giant fan was leaning in the corner, a useless reminder of her power.
She looked out the window at the village she had tried to destroy.
She was bored. Furious. And, although she would never admit it, she was sc...
The second was a sharp pain at the base of his neck.
He opened his eyes.
The morning sunlight hit him full in the face, bright and unforgiving. He blinked, feeling the dust on his eyelashes. He was disoriented. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't his apartment.
This was... a couch. A terribly uncomfortable leather c...
A hammer struck. Then another. A saw screamed against the damp wood. In the distance, someone shouted an order, and a team of men answered with a grunt. Konoha was open, wounded, but it was working.
Near the hospital perimeter, next to a pile of freshly cut wood that reached a man's waist, two genin stood. They had been there for three hours.
First off, I just want to say thank you all so much for your support. I really appreciate it, and as a thank-you, I'm planning a big chapter drop for tomorrow.
I'll be uploading approximately 10 new chapters—five for one story and five for another. Today...
Ibara repeated the name in a low voice. Her eyes were fixed on the gray wall of the private gym, but she wasn't seeing it. She was seeing wooden branches.
"A formidable opponent," Ibara continued, almost in a murmur to herself. "His dominion over wood is a blessing he uses with great skill and precision. It will be a test worthy of my efforts."
