Aki Chainsaw Man Novels & Stories

There was now a crack in the eye of Reinhard's dagger. "Grrrrrr~... " Caskey growled, his eyes sharp enough to notice the crack. Caskey also decided to concentrate all the strength and strength that was inside of him that was left on the claw on his right hand. He quickly turned around and lunged at Reinhardt, the claw on his right hand actually giving off a dazzling aura. Reinhard also turned around and shouted like a madman, swinging his dagger with great force. Clanggg!~ ... They turned back to each other. The atmosphere became silent for a moment. And a few seconds later, Caskey had returned to his human form.

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

Aki (blue horns, quiet, wears librarian glasses even though he’s 7'4" and can bench-press a tank) is the accountant, DJ, and the one who actually keeps the place from exploding. Tonight (or whatever passes for tonight between dimensions), the bar is packed. Riku slams a sake cup the size of a helmet in front of a weeping storm giant. Riku: “Drink. Your ex-wife took the clouds in the divorce. We’ve all been there.” Aki is in the corner, quietly teaching a baby kraken how to pour drinks without inking the sake. The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open.

I turned to face the guy with the chain, who looked hesitant now, his eyes darting from his downed friends to me. He swung the chain, trying to keep distance between us, the metal links flashing in the dim light. I waited, biding my time, watching his rhythm. When he swung again, I ducked low, grabbing a piece of broken wood from the ground. As he tried to recover, I jammed the wood into his shin. He yelped, losing his footing, and I took my chance to close in, grabbing the chain and twisting it from his grip. He scrambled back, wide-eyed.

Thunk. Aiden's ears perked up at the new sound that came from the same direction she was in. Just ahead he could see it. The clearing that had started it all. Amidst that clearing was Amira with her back to him, her arm up and brought back with a knife between her fingers. She wore a brown leather jacket and jeans, her white hair put up into a ponytail. As her arm went forward, the knife flew from her hand and struck the trunk of a tree across from her. It hit with a hard thud of the butt end against the wood before it fell to the ground. She let out an aggravated sigh as she walked up to and picked up the knife. Soft rumble of thunder drew her attention to the sky as he entered the clearing

Growing family "I think your mother should stand back and let us deal with this," I mumbled to her son Jackson. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders at his brave mom. We all turned when we heard the trees cracking and splitting apart. My eyes widened at the tall polynesian man with tentacles coming out of his head like cornrows. His eyes were large and bright yellow and he had neon blue octopus rings spread across his caramel colored flesh. His arms were thick and muscular with suction cups at the end of his long fingers. He was holding a thick silver trident.

“So that is who you are,” Mane looked upon the axe in his hands with a complicated expression. Although the axe was heavy, and weighed as much as an actual planet, Mane was able to hold on to it steadily. It felt like a part of him; like a piece of his soul that had been missing for so long. It was only when he held on to this axe did he suddenly understand why he had the sudden urge to experience the world of axes and hammers; why he wanted to learn axe arts and understand the laws of destructive fighting. It was all because of this weapon.

Ash shows the time to Serena who grins and goes to her bag, she pulls out a set of handcuffs and some larger manacles. “Try these.” Ash takes the larger manacles and Kai takes the handcuffs and scoots so Ash can sit next to him on the floor and reach the picks between them. The manacles have a larger keyhole, he narrows his eyes, “You might want more picks to get that one. I wouldn’t recommend more than three though.” He nods and tries a few combinations before he can feel what he’s supposed to do. It’s not long before he’s opened one of them and grabs the other end to undo the other cuff.

It carved straight into the snow, leaving behind a gash three meters long and five meters deep. In that brief moment of delay, Astrid had gained distance again. But she didn't go far. Instead, she stopped beside a man dressed in a robe. He looked to be just over forty, a sword gripped in his hand. From his back extended a pair of wings with a span of nearly ten meters, each feather shaped like a dagger, gleaming with a cold, lethal sheen. "Sir," Astrid said respectfully, dismissing her giant form, "that man's name is Channing Oakley. He's a spatial-type ability user with numerous strange abilities. I'm no match for him."