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Naruto Learns Black Leg Style

Twin Soul Style

Incense, thick and cloying as a shroud, mingled with the gritty tang of dust motes dancing in the erratic candlelight. Ari and Eric, twins sculpted from midnight itself, stood bathed in the flickering glow. Their stillness was a deceptive calm; a raw, ancient power thrummed between them, a silent pulse vibrating through the temple's aged stones. Ari tasted ash and iron – a familiar metallic bite. "Ready?" he rasped, his voice the scrape of granite. Eric's gaze, unwavering, snagged on the swirling shadows that licked at the temple's edges. The faintest whiff of blood – a spectral fingerprint of their heritage – clung to the air, a physical weight pressing against his ribs, a legacy etched into his very soul. The stone floor trembled. A shudder, visceral and deep, ran through the air itself, heavy with unseen energy. This wasn't legend; this was the Akin-Soul Style – a martial art forged in the fires of oppression, its movements as lethal as obsidian. Ten levels of cultivation – ten scars etched onto their flesh, each a testament to the pain that had shaped them into weapons. Ari, a coiled spring of controlled rage, moved with a predator’s grace. Yet, a flicker of doubt – a reflection of the prejudice that had dogged his life – shadowed his eyes. Eric, his brother's mirror image, stood in tense stillness, a volcano veiled in brooding calm. A subtle twitch in his jaw, knuckles bone-white, betrayed his inner turmoil. His protectiveness for Ari was a tangible force. *“They will not break us,”* he ground out, the words a low, steady reassurance, as much for himself as his brother. Outside, the night pressed in, a suffocating blanket pierced only by the malevolent gleam of eyes in the darkness. Their enemies – figures draped in shadow, skin the color of midnight, eyes burning with a hatred stoked by the regime that sought to extinguish the Akin-Soul Style – waited. The political landscape was a treacherous mire of deceit and whispered betrayals. Every shadow held a threat; every smile, a hidden blade. But this wasn't a fight for power. This was a fight for survival, for the right to exist, for the reclamation of their birthright. This was rebellion, a bloody reckoning against a world determined to erase them. This was the storm, the fury, the awakening of the Akin-Soul.
Laymenz_Termz · 298 Views

Black Healer

When monsters sprouted from suddenly appearing towers all over the world, the world leaders created an organization of skilled warriors to tackle this problem. The warriors compromised of awakened humans; people who had gotten skills similar to those in a video game. Unfortunately, not everyone was willing to join this attack force, so the world leaders implemented a lottery-system to fill out the ranks. A few years later, Evelyn’s twin sister was chosen via lottery to become a discoverer, but their biased parents forced Evelyn to go in her sister's stead, putting her in the line of danger. The only salvation was that her finance was also sent on the same mission. The mission was to conquer a new Boss floor, and they were to fight against a monster of unpresented might. What she hadn’t expected was that her fiancé would betray her, because of a plot he concocted together with her sister. The monster annihilated their whole team before they were finally able to defeat it, but her fiancé had no thoughts of letting her leave the tower. Stabbing her in the back, he leered over her as he explained their plan while she slowly bled to death. With the last of her life force, dead set on getting her revenge on the man she had promised her life with, she heals the boss monster in hopes that it will kill him. As she slowly closes her eyes, the world going dark around her, a notification from the system pops up. “ New class: Black healer Congratulations! You have completed the hidden legendary quest, healing an S-ranked monster on its last breath by sacrificing yourself. Your immensely caring heart should be an inspiration to all healers, both human and monsters! Not caring for the wounded’s different race and even sacrificing the last of your own life, you have been given a new chance at life. ” Waking up, she is now back three years before the battle took place. Her new life starts now!
DoreenValiente · 2.8K Views
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