Black Ninjato Sword Novels & Stories

I could see nothing but the dense foliage, but I knew that something was coming. In an instant, the bushes exploded with movement as a swarm of black-clad ninjas emerged, their swords flashing in the dappled sunlight. I spun to face them, and punched in the gut of the first ninja that came towards me and his sword fell on the ground and I hurriedly picked it up. The ninjas came at me with blinding speed, their movements fluid and graceful. I met their attacks with equal skill, my sword flashing through the air as I parried their blows and delivered my own.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

“Bastard! “Are people nowadays this fearless?! “How dare you try to take away the Kawashima family’s son-in-law?! “Who gave you the nerve?!” A cold tone echoed throughout the room. Soon after, a dozen swordsmen of the Island Nations appeared. They were all carrying longswords with fierce and proud looks. Those people instantly blocked off the exits. There were only a dozen swordsmen, but it was enough to show how terrifying they were for standing against Harvey and the others. At the same time, dozens of ninjas also appeared on the ceiling. They wore sneaking suits with blowguns, fiercely glaring at everyone under them.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Jin said angrily. The tall and thin disciple in black snorted and said, "Of course I hope we can win, but don't expect too much from the warrior of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect." Jin wanted to say something but stopped to watch the battle after seeing Ding Hao shake his head. "Very good. I'm interested in your strength." Black Mountain Demon Emperor clenched his hands in the void, and two huge black machetes showed up in his hands. The blades were as curved as the moon, with demonic streaks flashing. They were terrible sharp weapons.

(other knight) " Why the hell are you still here?" "Hurry, take your swords out!" Some of the knights transformed into lycans while others pointed their swords at me. I took my sword out to fight back and in a matter of seconds the front knights swords fell down "what.." "when did you even.." "I'm not here to fight you. I'll be your commander from this point on !" "What nonsense is that?!" "Yeah with what qualification are you saying you'll be our commander!?"

The enemies are quick and she wasn't able to escape at once. "Watch out Lady Amara! They are after you!" The twins shouted. Unbelievably, Princess Melissa is siding her now. "They're quick," Akira said not minding the pain. Soon, her wounds healed. The ninjas surrounded them. They look like a usual ninja. Black clothes, a full-face mask, and a sharp shining sword. Their one knee is on the ground pointing forward, the other leg is extended sideways, one hand is placed on the ground in front, and their one hand is holding the handle of their swords that is still intact at their backs. Their eyes are fixed to the three people in the middle.

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

The sword was currently his friend, and he wouldn't make it his enemy just because he didn't manage to hold it correctly. 'I really need to train using real weapons. I still don't know which should I use though. Sword or thievery weapons like wires and knives...' Jai thought as he examined the sword's blade, finding small faint cuts every where on its surface. The hilt wasn't made of wood. There was a small layer of iron on it, which was why Jai was able to channel his thunder into it and deal a great amount of damage to the gorilla beast before. That was also why Jai was cautious when Kasuga was trying to pull it out of the Gori-gori's mouth, afraid that the soldier would get electrocuted a