Jin Samurai Champloo Sword Novels & Stories

“I’m going to put you down, bitch!” I screamed at the screen as Jimmy and I were competing in Soul Calibur. He was playing his favorite character, and I had mine. He just laughed at me. “You’ll never escape my chain sword!” His character had a sword that would extend like a chain and whip the other characters. Bastard. “Your back is weak, and I am fast.” I maneuvered my character so that she could spin and hit his character’s back. It’s a cheap shot, but one guaranteed to bring victory if repeated.

Harvey slowly pulled out the sword that Yona Lynch presented to him in the middle of his speech. Along with the sound of a loud clang, the Island Nation longsword that looked like the Muramasa was then split in half when Harvey swung his sword. Red liquid with a foul smell seeped out from the sword’s wooden hilt. Harvey grabbed a torch and threw it right at the Muramasa. Dark smoke started swirling everywhere at the next moment. At the same time, a wooden badge suddenly shattered into pieces inside a shrine on top of Mount Fuji from the Island Nations.

Kaito became a humanoid shadow by my side, not leaving me for even a split second. I looked at him, knowing that what came from my mouth next was just out of this world. “Would you lend me your sword?” I asked in a small voice. His face split into a wide smile before he pulled it from his waist, then removed it from its cradle before staring at it like it was a dainty. I knew a sword was the soul of a samurai, and for him to easily hand it to me… that meant more than he could ever fathom.

Samarth couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. Kumar charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he struck at Samarth with a powerful blow. Samarth, anticipating the attack, reined in his horse and raised his own sword to meet Kumar's. The two blades clashed, sparks flying as the steel rang out against each other, echoing loud enough to shake ears. Samarth's horse moved furiously beneath him, its hooves pounding the earth as he expertly parried Kumar's blows. Kumar, undeterred, pressed the attack, his sword slicing through the air. Samarth, his face set in a fierce grin, countered each blow with ease, his own sword striking back with lightning speed and his mind sickly desiring

I walk past a room and stop in my tracks. I turn my head and see the armour of the Samurai. It is black with gold. The helmet is sat on top of it with the boots on the floor and the gauntlets at the side. Anyone would think there was a person inside of it. On a separate table is the stand with three swords on it. The swords are in the same design as the armour. I bow my head respectfully to the armour and stand up, giving one last look as I follow behind Keomi.