Asuna Yuuki Sword Novels & Stories

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

she laughed maniacally, the sound echoing with malevolence. Frantically scanning the room, my eyes searched for a weapon, but it became apparent there was none. With deliberate menace, Ashina unsheathed the sword strapped to her waist, each step towards me punctuating the impending danger. I began to move away, creating a desperate leap of evasion, aiming for the door. Finally, close to it, Ashina noticed my plan to escape and closed in. Just as I almost reached for the door, Ulf's voice pierced the air from outside.

No wonder Kat was so against this task. She agreed, taking the sword from my throat as she admired it. Her hands trailed the stone blades of the sharpened sickle, as she gripped the wooden handle with power. Its design was unique, unlike the normal sickles because it was curved in the opposite way. Aurora rushed down from the bed and picked up my sword, pushing it against my chest. “You fight with me.” “I do what?” “You heard me?” She gave me the stink eye. “You will do it.”

The sun catching the finely sharpened edges. “You will be wanting this to go with those.” I swung around at the sound of Asena’s voice. She held out a red leather vest, with buckles of gold. “Ashe sends her regards and wishes you luck.” I place the swords on a nearby table and take the vest from Asena. It fits perfectly. It’s lightweight but the feeling of the fabric is heavy and textured, almost like scales, and has built-in scabbards on the back, designed specifically for these weapons.

With that, Yui kicked Ueda’s body toward the car door, her katana slicing a deep gash into his neck as she did. “AGH!” Ueda screamed, clutching his bleeding throat. He wouldn’t die. Yui realized she hadn't applied her full force, dividing her focus between holding him and cutting. But he wouldn’t be able to chase after them either. Ueda knelt on the ground, blood pouring from his neck, surrounded by his men, watching the car speed away. “CHASE THEM! FIND THEM!” Ueda roared. Note: *Anzen: Guard *Kitsune: Japanese fox

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Said Anthony. “What happened to him?” Asked Sekora. Ashley took a breath then she answered the question. “Kariya killed him, because he didn’t give him the sword he found” She replied in a very somber voice. “I’m sorry about your loss.” Said Sekora “Its ok.” Said Ashley, then the group had a moment of silence “He found one of the swords, which one was it and where is it now?” Asked Sekora anxiously. “It’s the Phoenix Wing sword, but I don’t know where in the house it is.” Said Ashley.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.

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.

He should take this slow and steady. “Let’s see those weapons you were talking about.” Salj stared at the door where Yuki just left through for a few seconds. Then he sighed and went to the closet. He took out several things, a claymore, a bow, a sword, and a staff which he gently placed on the table. The weapons were all completely black with wooden texture and appearance, except for the handles and guards. The weapons all had a series of exactly 10 runic writings engraved on them.