Akinaka Sword Novels & Stories

Logically, even though so much time had passed since the Tower of Clear Skies had opened, there should still be some powers that had awakened. But I was absolutely not qualified to take revenge here, right? While Master Yi was thinking about who it was, he was constantly fighting with the more than 30 peerless Martial Emperors in front of him. The submarine from Japan had slowly landed next to the Sword-hidden Villa and the other ships. Then, a figure slowly swam out of the submarine, holding a silver katana in his hand. The katana was very long and looked domineering. "This is a famous saber from Japan. Do you feel it?" Master Yi's eyelids twitched when he saw the sword.

His right hand fell naturally into the handle of his sword and removed it, he raised it to the oncoming sword and twisted his hand to the right to lock their swords together, he then kicked out his left foot onto the man's rib cage and heard the distinctive sound of ribs breaking, because of the sudden pain the man lost grip of his sword and Akira pulled his sword free and used it to cut the man's neck open, the sword cutting deeply into the man's neck like butter, with a few seconds his dead body hit the ground. Before Akira could even feel relieved the companions of the dead man rush towards and Akira kicked the dead body aside and waited for the men to reach him before he engaged with the

After Kakashi said this he stamped as wind propelled him to cover the distance. After covering the distance he swiped the blade that was condensed from wind aiming to decapacitate Ankara. As the wind blade was about to fall on Ankara, the thread like silk appeared in bunk wrapping together to form a rod which she used to block the cut. Kakashi seeing that the attack was blocked spinned around so as to add more force to the next strike which came immediately. Bang the attack connected once again to the silk rod but this time pushing Ankara back as she spit out blood.

“Can I have a weapon that does both? It’s best if the weapon has mid-range, long-range and short-range attacks. It doesn’t have to be sharp, but it should be durable. I want a weapon that can change forms according to the situation without breaking.” Giving up, Ben sighed. This girl and his stupid student were both living in the clouds. Where would such a convenient weapon be found? “If it exists,” the blacksmith replied sarcastically. Akiko pondered over it. There was one weapon that did that. Not many assassins used it as it was a relatively simple weapon, but it was secretly Akiko’s favourite. With a little modification, she could even put her intelligence stat to use. “Do you know how to

Kia said, he hadn't left yet. “ H-how did you know?” I stuttered. Was he disappointed? Did this bastard Anakin tell him?? Argh! This can't be good. “ Anakin fights in a peculiar manner that is known only by few people. Not to mention that he is the only knight and person that fights with a katana which he passed down to his regiment,” Kia explained. It felt like my hard work had gone to waste now. Maybe I should just apologize and come clean but I didn't really do anything wrong. I mean, I just trained secretly.

Inside is a katana sword with a jet-black handle. "Take it." I also took the sword earlier. Slowly I took out a katana from the case. The two sides glistened in the light reflecting the sharpness of the sword. The difference between the katana and other swords is the blade that curves outward. Near the handle is an engraving written in kanji. I liked that katana sword because of its lightness and beautiful shape. Then, I ran the tip of my thumb towards the sharp side of the sword.

That's what he's doing… Anya is somewhere right now pretending to be a predator marking her prey, so she could take down a 6-foot-tall wolf just to please my father. “Where is she? Where is Anya!?” I roared at him but my words were nothing but snarls and threatening growls as they left my throat. The Gammas mistook my words and lunged at him at once, and as expected it only took a sweep of his sword and they were cut in half. I planted my paws deeper into the sand to keep myself grounded. He was a master of the sword. For more than twenty years he had trained in the way of the katana, earning the title of kenshi—a swordsman whose skill left no room for doubt.

“The second thing you need to remember is that the spear hand attack has two levels: physical and mental. The mental strike is more important against an enemy like the Ayakashi because you have to make her think that something has happened. This will cause an imbalance in her body.” “Like the power of suggestion,” Aki said. “Aye.” “You mean, we bluff?” Temujin asked. Sasha shrugged. “Whatever works. For instance, as the Ayakashi lunged at me with her foot-long neko-te...” Neko-te were a staple of kunoichis of all four clans. They were short iron nail extensions attached to each finger by leather bands and sometimes dipped in poison. But Undina Clan neko-te were more formidable because they w

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

The finest sword of Mordu’s Shindan Way. Taro Akano!