Death Mask Japanese Samurai Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

I said as his eyes widened and I stuck the knife in his neck a few times as his blood spurted over the tiled floor. “Dispareo,” I said as his body started to evaporate and disappeared back to the realms of the dead. I gritted my teeth as my skin started to burn and his mark appeared on my arm in a tattoo like emblem. None of the marks on my arms were actual tattoos, they were the marks of the souls I’d taken, people I’ve killed and sent back. It only burned for about fifteen seconds as the mark started to heal and formed part of the other marks creating the sleeve effect on both my arms.

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

"Affirmative." A man in dark blue wash jeans, a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirts and black boots, walked up to the car and yanked the door open to see a woman hanging upsidedown, unconscious. His brown hair was cut short, showing of the red rose tattoos on the side of his neck. Though what really caught the eyes of everyone else that day was the death symbol tattooed on the back of his head. A skull and two bones forming a cross with fire burning through them.

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”

Sam mused, sliding his hand up again. "A few dark ones?" I sharply looked up at him. "This is an army, Sam." "An army that will be obliterated before they can touch you." Sam promised in a calm tone. My tattoos were disappearing, taking all ownership with them. I hardly felt the cold from the icy water.

Samantha smugged while killing five warriors in a clean circle at once. I too wanted to help but fvck ! My body still felt too stiff and my arm was still in the process of healing back to its original state. Thankfully. “Is that a challenge on who kills more ?” Jax asked and we could hear the smirk in his voice. “If you are bold enough,” Samantha airily put. Ughh. These two were talking as if they had any other choice. Idiots. “Loser will get the word ‘Loser’ tattooed on his/ her forehead,” Jax dealt.

How pathetic, how barbaric Silas must be. "But, since you asked nicely, Samirah, the woman of many talents, did most of these. The soldiers tattoo each other. She has a couple small tattoos I did, but she's not big on them. Why don't you have any? Every demon I've ever met was covered in them." he asks, reaching into his pocket and lighting a cigarette

“Not only is Isoroku Yamamoto the Medical Sage of Island Nation, but he is also one of the ringleaders of the sire line of Yin and Yang, right? “It is said that the students of Isoroku Yamamoto are also best at Yin-Yang Technique in Island Nation apart from the medical skills. “Your face is reddish, and your lips are pale. You have excess yin. You must have been dealing with dead people all year round? “In Island Nation, only the onmyoji like to stay with dead people, right? “A person like you, can’t you see that Talia is surrounded by yin at this moment? And that she has lost the heavenly soul among the “three immortal souls and seven mortal forms”? “Losing the heavenly soul could cause peo