Blacksmith Jiu Jitsu Novels & Stories

I'm just an escort. Yarsi turned around, measured the blacksmith with a calm look. Let this person feel his essence. He even wondered how someone who could understand who he was would react. “I have heard about your skill, blacksmith, I hope you will not refuse to help me,” he bared his fangs in a smile, examining the man with curiosity. The blacksmith was not young, but still quite strong, with a face without wrinkles and a completely bald head. On his face smeared with soot, very bright, understanding eyes burned with feverish lights. It was better to talk to such a person directly, without hiding your intentions.

He turned sharply catching my gaze, his black curly hair whipping across his face as he ran long fingers through to push it back. “I like that you chose a weapon no one else did. I want to see your skills, you seem to have potential” he towered over me as he walked past to pick another weapon, his huge abs bulged as he picked a weapon, it had two wooden handles connected together by a chain.“I’ll use the nunchaku instead” he murmured, leaning close so only I could hear “and… it’s my first time”. I blinked. Liar. The way he swung them experimentally… fluid, burning speed… told a different story. I closed my eyes calming my heart beat and listening to the rhythm of everything around me and the