Blade Of Totsuka Novels & Stories

"If you get sweaty or dusty at the border, use this!" "We stayed up all night making them, you know!" Liora added, puffing out her chest with immense pride. Lucas merely rolled his eyes—giving them that classic, unbothered trooling gaze he always reserved for his cousins' theatrical antics. Ignoring the floral-stitched handkerchiefs entirely, Lucas stepped forward with a proud, tall posture. With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

A brilliant sparkle was restored to his eyes. “Blade!” Spartacus let out a low roar. The rumbling blade that had been hanging on the wall of his courtyard suddenly burst forth with a brilliant light. Then it shot straight into Spartacus’ hands on the Red Tower. “That old Japanese mutt is shameless!” Spartacus said, gripping his blade with an endless domineering aura visible between his brows. “Does he seriously think that there aren’t any Demigods left in the Celestial Empire?” *** At the same time, Tyr was surrounded by a large number of Kamikakushi members on the peak of the Sacred Mountain.

Jiurozayémon all this while was thinking of the pleasure he would have in laughing at Chôbei for offering him a mean and paltry present; but when, by degrees, the macaroni began to be piled mountain-high around the tea-house, he saw that he could not make a fool of Chôbei, and went home discomfited. It has already been told how Shirai Gompachi was befriended and helped by Chôbei. His name will occur again in this story. At this time there lived in the province of Yamato a certain Daimio, called Honda Dainaiki, who one day, when surrounded by several of his retainers, produced a sword, and bade them look at it and say from what smith's workshop the blade had come. “I think this must be a Masa

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

The blade slashed a bamboo stem in two. Daisuke watched the blad,e and he grinned, "A sword made with Al' Miraj horn. Such a prize is difficult to obtain," The beak made it impossible to tell if the Tengu mocked or complimented, "Karasu Tengu care for the forests. We strive to keep balance, so the land continues to prosper." "It sounds like a big job," Aurelia commented, "What were you doing before you found us?" "It is not your concern," Daisuke continued toward the mountain.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Aji Sangkala's spirit moved Blue Rakshasa to pick up the jug at his waist. The jug had turned into a drinking jug made of blue fire. Rakshasa Biru held the jug with his left hand. Slowly, blue flames emanated that formed the blade of a sword made of blue fire. "That's Buto Agni's drinking jug! Did you take it?" Hirayaksa pointed at Aji Sangkala. "He gave it to me. Besides, it would be more complete if the weapon your men used could kill you." Aji Sangkala's spirit gave Hirayaksa a sharp look.