Kenshin Reverse Blade Novels & Stories

Ken instantly noticed this peculiarity, and his senses fully focused on his surroundings while guarding Lyor from the insidious and clever attacks of their enemies that his silly younger brother could not see. Other than the two rugged blades coming out of the darkness from time to time to attack them, over a dozen or so hidden weapons have already been thrown to the two of them, and Ken is already sweating due to taking the brunt of it. The annoying thing is that he could not sense the presence of their attackers at all. Ken’s short sword flexibly twirled and flashed around him, and three flying daggers were thrown back to where they came from along with Ken’s rushing figure that did not wa

I’ll have to do something quick unless this could turn out to be fatal for me, I thought. “Gertrude! I’ve been temporarily blinded and I—” “No! You’ve been permanently blinded by my sword. Do not assume what you don’t know,” Seth said with a wide grin on his face. “I got blinded just by the wind that the sword produced. Gertrude, what is that sword?” I asked worriedly. “Oh, yes! That’s the Kaisen. It’s a sword that cuts through air and makes the air it cuts through as sharp as the blade itself,” Gertrude concluded.

This was the Seven Blades of Death Alex had earlier unlocked from the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six! The Dragon Bone Sword was used mainly for defensive purposes, while the Seven Blades of Death was primarily used for offensive purposes. “Ahh—” “This, this…” Easton Zimmer and Viole Zimmer saw how Alex effortlessly killed a Grandmaster. More importantly, they didn’t even know how Alex killed him. Where did that enormous long sword come from? They couldn’t see it clearly at all. They were too shocked and overwhelmed even to say a word. Meanwhile, due to the medicine taking effect in Phoebe Larsen’s body, she became a completely different person.

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

He felt the shift in the air pressure, the sudden, violent displacement of the holographic cherry blossoms. The white blade materialized aimed directly at Dax's neck. Dax ducked, the blinding corrupted sub-ether searing the collar of his leather cut as it passed over him. He spun on his heel, driving his Phase-Knife in a brutal upward arc toward the Shogun's exposed chrome ribs. CLANG. The Shogun parried the strike with blinding speed, the clash of blue and white sub-ether sending a localized shockwave through the courtyard that cracked the obsidian floor beneath their boots.

They were the best Cresendo had to offer, their movements a synchronized dance of death. Kairi didn’t move. He simply watched them come, his expression one of mild curiosity, as if observing the behavior of an interesting insect. The first guard reached us, his sword a silver arc aimed at Kairi’s neck. Kairi raised his index finger. The sword stopped. Not just stopped. It reversed. The guard’s own momentum, the physics of his swing, all of it inverted. He was thrown backward as if yanked by an invisible rope, crashing into the guards behind him in a tangle of clattering armor and confused shouts.

, he announces. "Chant, I tell you, chant". "RE-VERSE, RE-VERSE", the crowd emphasizes each syllable. Just like that first night. Everything's the same--except it's day and I'm here voluntarily (more voluntarily...). I look over at Shawn and he's chanting will all his might. I never would have pegged him for a team effort kind of person. He's obviously passionate about this cause. Maybe I should look into his point of view. His dad isn't around--for some reason concerning the initial reversal, I think. That must have had some internal effect on him. He has a reason to hate the society we're in now.

I muttered, shivering at the feeling of the sharp metal edge almost cutting the skin of my cheeks. Alpha Klaude did not move. His eyes only linger over mine, then he licks his bottom lips and walks away. “You can find me in the arena,” he brutally mentioned. It took me a moment to breathe in what he meant when I saw the dagger. That man wanted me to unleash myself on this rope of my own accord. Selfish, cruel man. A fucking ruthless alpha.

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”