Folded Steel Katana Novels & Stories

He stuttered. "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded. "The sword....i- it's not a knife, it's a katana sword. They are very sharp and can be quite lethal. If you don't know how to hold it, you can get seriously hurt. I'm sorry miss, but if you don't hold a permit for it, I can not allow you to keep it."

You think you can get me with your little tricks? As he spoke, he yanked out the hand that Katia had placed on his back, which was holding a shiny scalpel. A tinge of panic streaked across Katia's eyes. This kind of knife was made of special steel and was extremely sharp. Normally, it could cut into a person's body without any difficulty. Her acting had been perfect before. She prepared to use this knife to pierce Qin Haodong's back, giving him the deadly blow. Sadly, despite all her scheming and calculating, she did not expect that the scalpel could not penetrate Qin Haodong's protective Genuine Qi.

She still couldn't believe him, not without doubting his motive behind this. "What would you use?" She asked. "Don't worry bug, I promise I'll be fair so, I'll use this." He said, motioning the dagger forward. She smiled inwardly, if he thought he could win her with just a dagger then he had something coming his way. And if, like he'd promised, he'd fight her like a human then she'd gladly kick his cocky ass. She grabbed two exotic looking katana's with intricate pattern on it. Unsheathing it, she flexed it in her hands, it felt quite light and swift.

Adrian burst into ripples of laughter as he kept the iron stamp aside and picked up a Japanese Katana, his favorite toy of all time. He unleashed it and trailed his fingers on the edge of the blade which was extremely sharp and his lips curled into a smile…. “This is one of the best Katana in Japan and as you can see it's extremely sharp… You either give me what I want, else I'm gonna slice off your manhood with just one slice…” Adrian calmly spoke without sparing him a glance…

Kat stood at the main anvil, her dark leather apron buckled tight, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows to reveal forearms corded with muscle and dusted with fine black charcoal. Beside her, Marcus worked the wooden lever of the secondary bellows, his face flushed red in the radiant glow, his eyes fixed on a two-foot bar of tough, high-carbon scrap iron resting in the heart of the fire. "Keep the draft steady, Marcus!" Kat called out over the hiss of the embers. "We need a uniform lemon-yellow heat across the entire bit. If the core stays cool, the steel will check when we draw out the cheek of the axe."

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

"You crafted this?" "Aye, that I did," the smith said, his voice a proud rumble. "Learned the steel-folding technique in my travels." He watched as Cassius angled the blade. The polished steel caught the light of the sun, acting as a distorted mirror of the plaza. A flash of white hair in the polished steel—stark and out of place. My breath hitched. My head snapped up, scanning the plaza. And then I saw him. Across the square, a slender man with hair like spun moonlight, moving with a catlike grace that was horribly familiar.

Adrian burst into ripples of laughter as he kept the iron stamp aside and picked up a Japanese Katana, his favorite toy of all time. He unleashed it and trailed his fingers on the edge of the blade which was extremely sharp and his lips curled into a smile…. “This is one of the best Katana in Japan and as you can see it's extremely sharp… You either give me what I want, else I'm gonna slice off your manhood with just one slice…” Adrian calmly spoke without sparing him a glance…

I bought it because I also wanted to try it with my one-handed swordsmanship skills. I purchased a pair of Mithril swords and one Katana as backups and replacements for the two swords I already had. *Swish! I tried swinging the katana with my right hand. It felt incredibly light as I swung it, and the handle fits comfortably in my grip. As for its overall color, including the handle, blade, and scabbard, they were all a deep black, as if emanating a strong dark aura. As for its size, it was around ninety centimeters, surpassing the average length of a katana. On average, katanas were only about sixty to seventy centimeters long, but that didn't matter. I actually preferred that longer length