Banter Knife の小説・ストーリー

That's why Blanche should stay alert all the time. "Good day Miss, don't you want to check our knife? If you buy one set today you'll get another kitchen knife for free!" Blanche turned her gaze to the guy who spoke. He's wearing his bright smile behind the stall with all of the knives he was selling, her black apron was skewed a little as if he was in a rush to stand behind those knives, he's wearing a long-sleeve white polo tucked on his black pants. Blanche inched closer, he's a tad taller than Blanche, lanky and his milky hands lay flatly on the table as he waited for her response.

"Steph, it’s perfect. I love it. Thank you." Bento was next. "Alright, my turn." He handed me a sleek black box. "Open it." Inside was a pen with my name engraved, "It's not a pen. It's a weapon. It has a laser to cut through anything. It has a knife and it can shoot." Wow. "I love it." I said, holding the pen up. "Thank you, Bento." Riccardo stepped forward then, his expression unreadable as he handed me a smaller box.

Such a wussy, can't believe Simran slept with this coward. “You are Black Heart.” the girl muttered. I didn't reply to her. My focus was on my prey. “Stanley. A few years ago, you violated my soulmate. You committed a sin against me and against God. I have come as a punishment unto you. If you had not committed this great sin, I would not have come to you. But rejoice oh sinful one, for today you shall make atonement for your great sin.” I said to him as I took a dagger from my suit pocket. The S dagger was invented in 2003 by the Americans. It's also known as the Butterfly knife.

“I brought something for you to see.” Ronan’s head lifts a fraction. Mara arrives like a shadow, eyes already warily resting on Ronan. Kieran nods to his attendants. They set down a long, narrow chest and step back. He opens it himself. Inside rests a brace of throwing knives with pale handles, each inlaid with a smoky thread of metal like a lightning bolt frozen mid-flight. “Silversteel,” he says softly. “Flexible, balanced, takes an edge like a promise. I had these set aside when I heard you were studying knife throwing.”

The girl continued "You can kill me, after this, if I'm wrong, but... I, and the wolves that had... Circled her worked for... Jordan" Not shocking. "And he...." She said, choking on the words "He plans on using a silverbane knife on her during the fight" His heart nearly stopped. Silverbane? He had heard rumours of it. Made from one of the most poisonous silvers, it could kill any werewolf faster than they could heal. Even his kind were subjected to it. "Aren't weapons forbidden from being used?" He asked. She nodded "But.. but I think one of the Elders let him...."