Basara Samurai Heroes Novels & Stories

Samson spoke, "I can see you really tried. You come when I am at my weakest and you bring weapons blessed by the goddess of the river and moon- Mevent. You did all you could as mortals but you forgot one thing: even at my weakest, I AM A BLOODY GOD!" The cornered assassins brought out shields from their apo and stood in battle formation as their enemies attacked… The first wave of enemies fell quickly by the spears of the Camelon and the fighting intensified. The Camelon fought like spirits- cutting down their enemies with animal-like ferocity. Then the mages joined the fight and sent a lighting bolt each to the Camelon. The Camelon assassins blocked the lighting bolts with their shields and

As soon as Samuel landed, hundreds of knives and spears were directly inserted. Samuel suddenly retreated, and there was a faint trace of blood on his body because of the knife and spear. However, there was no fear on Samuel's face, only a playful smile and his bloodthirsty eyes. "I want you to feel the Asura Hell in advance before you die." As soon as he finished speaking, eight figures of Samuel shot out in all directions!

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

I said slowly. "Sad story?" he asked confused. I nodded slowly. "Someone named Samuel was a victim of bullying just like me. And he had the misfortune to die, it broke my heart, so, I cried," I said softly. Kenan immediately froze at my words. His face paled and his breathing became heavy. "Where did you hear the story of Samuel?" Kenan asked slowly. "Someone I met before I passed out," "Steve?" asked Kenan. I just shook my head slowly.

An arrow laced with paralyzing herbs struck his neck before he could blink. And then chaos exploded. From the trees, Brice's men began on their mission per Brice's order. The began charging, driven by black magic, their eyes glazed and soulless. But Blue moon didn't flinch. Haylee moved like lightning, claws tearing through enemy wolves, her fur stained with blood, but her eyes shining with unbroken fire. Samuel tackled the enemy's group commander trying to breach the middle wing. They were both fast and brutal but Samuel knew who he was and what he was protecting. He slammed him into the ground and snapped his spine with brute strength.

Each weapon pulsed with sharp, violent energy as it was hurled toward Aria and her group. The forest was filled with the sharp whistle of blades cutting through the air. Streaks of light crossed overhead, weaving into a dense web of attacks that sealed off every path of escape. Aria's eyes darkened as she prepared to strike. However, Sam had already stepped forward, blocking the way with his body. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with excitement. "Boss, let me handle this. With this many people, I can finally get some exercise." His voice was bright but firm. A faint golden glow shimmered around him, making him look like a tiny warrior ready to tear through anything in his way.

He was in disbelief. "He must be using illusion techniques!" Larasati immediately prepared in attack mode. "I thought it would be that easy to defeat the pillar of air, but it turns out he has troublesome tricks too." Dewi Sari Kencana smiled. "Don't make that face. I only fooled three humans who were already stupid from the start." Jaka Bamantara stood up. He pulled out his Bayusura sword. Arya Santanu put on his fire demon shoes and turned his hands into demon hands enveloped in red flames. Larasati attacked, she deployed hundreds of white cempaka petals towards Jaka Bamantara.

The man's bones cracked, back broken, head split, as he rolled down from the wall, dying instantly. Barasa moved behind a ninja and snapped his neck before he could react. He was fast, too fast. His blows were powerful enough to crush a skull. At the other side of the room was a hot mess. Tari was the definition of possessed, possessed by the demon of fighting. Her movements were the reflex of years of secret training. She was more precise, faster, and sharper than Barasa. In the space of two seconds, she'd already taken down four ninjas, like they weren't highly trained at all.

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

Kenzo Harusame laughed abruptly and said, “You don’t have to provoke me. Now that I’m here, there's no way for me to go home empty-handed.” As soon as he said that, Kenzo leaped down from the top of the deck. He then jumped into one of the speedboats below. “Samurai of the Harusame family! Listen to my order! All of you! Let’s kill all the enemies and set Holy Tiger free!” “Yes!”