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It's a small steel knife. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, been a while. Who else loves knife play?

"Tradition? Status? I do not understand." "You will. But do not think too much of that. Focus on the knives. I will teach you to defend yourself." He says heading back to the table picking up the previous knives he had picked before. "They look different compared to the obsidian knives." I declare. "Indeed. These are ceramic knives. They will not cut flesh so it is safe for you to use and you can practice with them." He says. "By what age must I master this?" "Before you reach ten." He replies handing me the knives whilst I remove them from his open palms. They are quite light which shall make it easier for me to swing. By ten? He learnt it by fourteen which means only one thing. I am acing

He laughs, pulling me closer to him. “Yes, and so did Lease and Concra. And if the smell wasn’t an indication, the knives in the wall should be.” Christian laughs, patting his friend on the back and pointing to the wall beside the kitchen entrance, where a total of fifteen knives are embedded into the drywall. My pack knew I tend to throw knives and other sharp objects at them when I decide to cook, not wanting people to sneak a bite before the product is finished for everyone to try. Of course, the only exception to this would be the pups. They were the innocence of the world and needed to be protected and spoiled, in my eyes. It’s why the pups could get away with anything near me.

"Don't move. If anyone wants to move, I'll kill her." There was a fruit knife on his white neck. Maybe it was because Richard was too nervous, and a trace of blood flowed down. Chu Yao didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that too much action would cut her neck with a fruit knife. Richard is now at a dead end. He can't get out of here alive except to hMr. Chu Yao. Chu was flustered. He was such a precious granddaughter. He had been holding it in the palm of his hand since childhood. He had met such a thing there.

"It's just a knife, isn't it?" "No! There are different types of knives. There's the bread knife which is this one," He brought out the knife and showed it to me. "It has a serrated blade and it's majorly used for slicing bread. Here's the chef's knife for breaking down chickens or cutting onions or maybe fingers," I laughed. He dropped the knife back into the sink where he's dropped it earlier. "Here's the cleaver, I only use it on rare occasions, and lastly, Nakiri Knife, my favorite. You can use it to cut any vegetables or carrots. It's kind of multipurpose for me,"

he said, coughed then snorted loudly, “they are for sale.” He stood up with a lot of struggle and looked into his shop. “How many do you want?” “Three.” He looked back at her with his yellow eyes wide with surprise but didn't say a word. He shifted his attention back to his shop that although smelt of spilled engine oil, was well arranged. He walked to Trisha's left and after a long thirty seconds, came back with three new knives that could easily and neatly cut a piece of meat. Trisha held one of the knives in her hand. It was light, portable and sharp, hence, perfect for use if an animal sprung out of nowhere in the woods.

"And then he explained to me how to hold the knife,” I explained, "Although it is still difficult for me to chop as fast as you." “How nice, little one...” I looked at him smiling as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. I had missed him so much these days he was gone. “Today we learned the different cuts of vegetables and greens, do you know the chiffonade? It is to finely cut strips of leaves such as mint, basil or lettuce... The French and their words, but it's great, isn't it?”

As soon as the sickle appeared, there was a bit of hotness in the air. "Good knife!" Cheng Fei glanced at the chopper and said with a smile, "This knife must be made by an Inscription Master. Though it was far from a black weapon, it is much better than a normal one. However..." Cheng Fei slowly shook his head and continued, "What I am practicing is a kind of sword technique. Your chopper is good, but I can't use it. What's more, I'm afraid such a knife is not good enough to exchange half a kilogram Taiyi Stardust."

Halle relaxed into her seat, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate pattern on the blade of one of her new chef's knives. The weight of the blades in her hands felt both empowering and humbling. She couldn't believe she now possessed such a professional set of tools, a tangible symbol of Martha's belief in her. Xavier joined her, his eyes filled with pride as he watched her explore the knives. "They suit you, Halle. I can already imagine the incredible dishes you'll create with them."

] Ava smiles, adorning the short story which only makes the tiny Chinese doll shivered in disgust at her bumpy face. Cheng washes the unpleasant image and swipes his fan in the air. Two ancient objects appear in front of the girl... One is an old-looking knife and the other is a pair of golden flowered hairpins... Cheng is satisfied with the bonus. His face stamps a big like! Gorgeous items are stunningly the best! He summoned two screens that contain data about the ancient object... [Ghost Dream: A knife that can turn into thousands of weapons. The weapon depends on the user's power to access its ability. If the user is a ten level then the knife will last in 10 minutes but it will only acc