Katsuo Cyberpunk Edgerunner Novels & Stories

though isekai was fast enough to use his finger to tip off the direction of the katana, it still left a small cut on his neck. after tipping the katana away from puncturing through his throat, isekai performed a quick roll making the net that would have caught him to miss by some inches. after the roll isekai took up the wooden katana that he has planned to use for training as he took a fast dash not ready to slow the momentum. bam! the katana connected to the head of the second man that have tried to catch him with the net as the man touched his head to feel the blood dripping down his head before slumping down, isekai has really hit him hard.

Tatsuhiko, a Yakuza. “You bastard!” the shooter shouted, raising his weapon again. “I’ll kill you!” In a blink, Isis was in front of him. His katana pierced flesh, thrust through and anchored to the wall behind him. “Stay right there,” Isis said, his voice calm but deadly. He turned to Mr. Tatsuhiko. “You’re unarmed,” he observed. “I underestimated you,” Tatsuhiko said, maintaining composure. “But a noble warrior doesn’t kill an opponent without a weapon.”

A mahogany desk worth more than most salaries. No personal photos. No distractions. Just control. The morning passed in meetings. Reports. Security threats. New AI developments. His competitors called him ruthless. His employees called him unstoppable. Neither was wrong. Tomorrow night would be his last fight. Once, the underground ring had been his escape. The violence, the impact, the silence it brought to everything in his head. But things were different now. Now, he had something to lose. Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

I said, handing him the paper. He took the crumpled note, skimmed the message then popped the locks. "In the back," he said, motioning with his thumb. We pulled away from the curb and I shuddered. Even with the growing distance between us, I could feel the tattooed man's murderous gaze, signing my death warrant. The streets flew by my window, blurring into one long, pastel streak. Not that I cared. The walled cities always looked the same, with every building a minimum of two stories high, painted in one of four pastel shades and a single coded steel door at its front.

She said and gave him an annoyed stare. "It is not stealing if I return it." He replied coolly. "Ughh, let's just get this over with." She said irritably and made a fighting stance against him. "My name is Karasuma Takashi. I am a student in class 3-C. Captain of the Kendo club and two time champion in the prefecture but those I've gone up against in the country know me as the Thunderous Raven of Mikurigaoka high.'' He said. "No, it wasn't. People call you the Crowing Raven." One of the students mocks him from the window. Cai Kang looked to see that every window of the school building was full of students watching them.

With that, Yui kicked Ueda’s body toward the car door, her katana slicing a deep gash into his neck as she did. “AGH!” Ueda screamed, clutching his bleeding throat. He wouldn’t die. Yui realized she hadn't applied her full force, dividing her focus between holding him and cutting. But he wouldn’t be able to chase after them either. Ueda knelt on the ground, blood pouring from his neck, surrounded by his men, watching the car speed away. “CHASE THEM! FIND THEM!” Ueda roared. Note: *Anzen: Guard *Kitsune: Japanese fox

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.

In the bathroom, Takuto was drying the cat’s fur when bubbles from the soap suddenly formed into numbers in midair: 3-15-14-20-18-1-3-20 “Contract activated?” Takuto muttered, reading out the ASCII code translation in confusion. “Wait, what exactly are you?” Without warning, the cat’s paw pressed against his forehead, and memories from his previous life flooded back, as though his mind was reliving them in flashes of light: The night his company had gone bankrupt, a calico cat had been sitting on the fire escape, staring at him. Before Amagi Cape had jumped off the cliff, the same calico cat had been standing by the rocks, holding… evidence of Executive Yamada’s crimes?