Novel & Cerita Itachi Weapons

They would heal, if they lived long enough. I turned my eyes to the weapons. Each one lay upon black cloth, meticulously polished, arranged like a lover’s gift. Scythes curved like crescent moons. Blades etched with blood-runes designed to cut deeper, burn longer. Axes heavier than a man’s torso. Spears tipped with obsidian fangs. I remembered the way my heart had thundered as a boy when I saw those same weapons gleam under torchlight. I had wanted nothing more than to touch them, to claim one as my own.

Looking at the system prompt, Kirou sank into contemplation for a moment. As a formerly trained assassin, he has learned to use many weapons close to mastery level, but he never took that final step. While this can be attributed to him focusing on too many at once, thus making it hard to achieve mastery in each, it is also a fact that he never tried to achieve such a level with them as well. Thinking back, out of his entire arsenal, Kirou has truly only mastered the use of three weapons; his knives, the gunblade tonfa, and his wires, and the main reason for that was due to them being the very first three weapons he learned to use from his bastard master before he started to diverge his talen

Getting things in place at the warehouse took longer than I anticipated. We made sure there were plenty of traps. I doubt my father would come alone to face me. I wanted to make sure we kept my number of opponents limited. I wanted the old bastard. Be easier to kill him without anyone getting in the way. I had changed into my Kitsune black and red tight leather outfit, my double edge katana at my hip. “You’re still sure about this.” Hibiki asked. I smiled and pulled him into my by his shirt, kissing him hard.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

“Former Phantom VI, Mizuki Itou.” * * * * With an ear splitting crash, the front doors of the dormitory complex of Hati flew open as the locks and bolts preventing the doors from opening split apart. And a group of people all dressed alike in black coats and pants, armed with weapons of all kinds, stepped through the opened doorway of the building. But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face.

Leita folds a crossbow, made by Master Tsertinand, a lethal thing that is pure black in color, and the arrowheads capable of piercing through iron. “This is my weapon of choice,” she'd said before pulling it out of his bag two days ago when he showed it to us, surprising us all. “I'm not very good at protection magic, and my aspect is basically being an animal whisperer, so I figured I should get used to fighting with a weapon. This is what I chose.” “Where are the wolves?” the hunters ask in English. “We know they're in with you, we saw them. Tell them to come out if you want to live.”

The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks. Following closely behind Hunter, Tritan assumes the position of the lead, his gaze fixed on the path before them. Attached to his pack is his trident, a large and long gold and silver three-pronged ornate weapon. The intricate engravings on the trident's prongs shimmer in the light shining down from the morning Tritainian skies, symbolizing Tritan's authority and power. Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector.

Automated security drones, programmed with Jackson’s aggressive combat subroutines, swarmed from the rafters. The "Severed Thread" was everywhere—wires of high-tensile carbon fiber, nearly invisible in the dim light, crisscrossing the room like a deadly web. "Watch the wires!" Jade shouted, her thermal goggles highlighting the lethal traps. In the center of the warehouse, standing atop a pile of rusted crates, was Kitana. She wasn't wearing her tactical gear now; she was in a traditional white training gi, her porcelain mask gleaming under the flickering industrial lights.

Once his mind was made up and his tranquility restored, he returned his attention to the gifts that Shanxi brought them. “Do you remember the story I told you the last time? The one concerning the origins of your weapons?” Shanxi suddenly asked as he dug through his storage space for the gifts. There were quite a number of things in there, so it was going to take some time for him to find those presents. “Yeah. Why?” Sharon asked. Of course she remembered the story. Her axe, Canyon’s Mouth and Sarong’s blade, Reaper’s Edge, were both High Level Weapons. And they were the reason for their nicknames.

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.