《Anime wheel of fortune》My Arm
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“Huh, huh” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stare at the shinobi across from me. We make eye contact. He smirks and starts his next Jutsu.
Hm, did he just smirk at me? Oh no, he’s saying that I’m weak.
Now, I’m angry.
“Aaargh!” I push my Ki to the limit and force it to my hands “Continuous Energy Bullets!”
I release all my Ki and shoot consecutive Ki blasts.
Pew, Pew, Pew, Pew.
The sawdust flew in the air.
“Huh, huh.” I take a step forward and become extremely weak. I lean on a table to stabilize myself.
Is this what happens when you use up all your Ki?
“Fireball Jutsu!”
Oh shit, I turn around and see a fireball flying towards me. I try to move but my legs give out, and I fall to the ground. I look back at the fireball and see my life flash before my eyes. I witness the fireball again and close my eyes, bracing for the pain.
I sit there, eyes closed, flexing like I’m constipated, but I don’t feel the intense heat or the pain.
I slowly open my eyes… I see a big iron cube in front of me.
What the! Oh, Troy did it.
I try to stand up, but my body still feels weak.
Hmm, maybe if I stabilize my Ki then my body will feel better. I close my eyes and focus on my energy.
Tyreek POV
Ching, Ching. How is he blocking me with that little sword? I jump back and think of my next plan.
Forget it my brain hurts. Let's just finish this quickly.
I activate free run and sprint towards him.
I appear behind him and put my sword in his back, but what I hit is just a log. I look around, searching for the man who turned into a log.
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“Shadow clone Jutsu!” I turn around to the voice and see that there are two people, who look exactly the same in front of me.
Tchhhhh, tch.
I look up and see that the ceiling is falling due to a fire which is blazing by the bar.
I sprint away from the collapsing roof and towards my iron wall to get Tyreek, but the two people block me.
I will my phone out and see how much magic power I have.
Shit, my power keeps decreasing. I started with three hundred, but now it's at one hundred.
I hit my head with my palm, ugh it's because of free run.
“Fire style; Fireball Jutsu! Wind style; Gale Palm!”
I totally forgot about the people I was fighting.
I look up and get pushed forward by a ferocious wind that had little daggers in it. I try to dodge the daggers, but I still got hit in the shoulder multiple times. The wind stops, and I feel a blazing fire at my back.
Oh shit. “Free Run!”
I run at full speed to the wall while the fireball chases behind me. I reach the wall and get behind it.
I see Tyreek lying on the floor.
I scurry to Tyreek “Hey, are you dead?” I shake him.
Hm, how can he look so peaceful when the ceiling is about to fall and I have weapons in my body.
Fuck, I now feel the pain.
“Shit, shit, shit! My arm, my arm! Oh, my, god, my arm!”
I lay on the ground screaming in pain.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look at the person who touched me through teary eyes.
“Oh, Roomy heal me. Heal me please.”
“Ok.”
I watch him pull out a paper and put it on the floor.
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“What is that going to do Roomy?”
He ignored me, and I saw three hands made out of wood appear out of the floor.
“This is going to hurt,” said Roomy. He pulled out all of the daggers simultaneously.
The pain was excruciating, it felt like I got shot nine times like 50 cent.
“Here take this.” I open my eyes and see Tyreek, he had a senzu bean. I quickly eat it and get up.
“You guys ready to beat them.” said I.
“I’m ready,” said Tyreek who sounded oddly serious. I guess him getting beat up made him like this.
“Silencio..” said Roomy and he ran away.
I try to activate my magic, but it doesn’t work.
My magic power must have run out.
I try to summon my sword and surprisingly it works.
With my sword, I run after them.
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