ZFighter18

Here's another story concept that I plotted but never wrote “I fuckin’ hate that Naruto kid.” Kaji remembers enough to know that’s probably a bad idea. That much stuck the hard landing into his second life as a ninja. "But he's soooooo annoyin' tho!" No perfect timeline. No secret plan. No convenien

Koda expected to wake up feeling like he had been run over by a carriage. The wooden club to the side of his skull yesterday had left his head scrambled like eggs, and the raw drain from whatever that ghost-snake had pulled from left him dead on his feet. Even after Tsunami had fed and watered him,

Three weeks… Three weeks of mud sucking at the soles of his sandals, the old pair of Tazuna’s oddly comfortable. At least when they weren’t threatening to get lost in the marsh and muck of Wave Country, that is. Thick and greedy ground pulled at his feet with every step even now, the wet dirt so eag

Hn. Thwak! Hn. Thwak! Hn. Thwak! Chopping wood was… Easy wasn’t the right word. Not if the sweat slicking his body and the ache in his arms had anything to say about it. No, it wasn’t easy, but it was definitely familiar. All the way down to how he knew how to hold it so his palms wouldn’t blister.

The smell of salt and old wood brought him back to the world of the living. Nothing like the kind of salt that stung at the eyes, but the kind that had been ground into the same old wood of the floorboards for years, heavy and damp with years and years of seaside living. He bit back a groan, moving

The first thing he knew was water. Wetness everywhere; in him and on him and around him. It wasn’t anything unfamiliar, but the wet wasn’t right still. He knew wet; the sharp chlorine bite of a freshly cleaned pool or the heavy soak of a thunderstorm beating down on the pavement. This was none of th