

Taiju's BackstoryThe swords felt like extensions of his arms. They weren't just tools for fighting-they were a part of him. Every parry to an invisible enemy, every stab, may as well have been done with his bare hands.Taiju's Backstory
The thin sheen of sweat on his face threatened to let his glasses slip. He hardly noticed. Taiju kicked up one foot, imagining the crunch of cartilage in the imaginary opponent's nose, then let the momentum spin him around and followed up with a thrust. He immediately drew his arm back again and jabbed his elbow behind him at another "sneaking up" behind him, then twisted around, pulling his other arm through in a slash that
Stupid search engine. I think it hates me. Although the stupid ninja currently reading OVER MY SHOULDER isn't helping at all!!!
Kakashi: I'm just looking!!
WH: Go do something else, like bug Gai or something like that!
Anyways, I haven't heard from you for a while, so I thought that I'd pop over and say hi.
Question: Didn't you used to have a Naruto fanfic?
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Tell me where Genjo Sanzo is, and I might think about sparing your life, girl.
Sorry, but I think I prefer option two, where I beat the shit out of you and you give me more precise information about why youre looking for this guy.
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If the whole world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.
"Here's a hint, dear: if someone screams in your face, that usually means that they don't want to talk to you." ~ Daisuke
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In life, the only way is forwards.
I have moved: [link]
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I'm English, and as such I crave disappointment. - Bill Bailey
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