Kojiro Sasaki Sword Novels & Stories

A flash of lilac lights up the dark forest, and I watch in terror as her fire takes over Samael's. I react blindly. Samael's life is the only thing that matters to me at this moment. I pull the magical sword, Kusanagi no Tsurugi, gifted to me by the Japanese sun goddess Amaterasu herself. I throw myself from my hiding space; my only goal is to kill the young horde leader.

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

"Come on, every single one of you. I've got this. And hey, if you manage to beat me, I'll give each of you a cool gift. Deal?" A chorus of excited squeals rang out as more than ten girls huddled up, whispering and plotting their next move like they were gearing up for a secret mission. With a casual flick of his wrist, Elio signaled for his weapon. The quick-stepping Yoshiko was right there, handing him a bamboo sword that was every bit as long and hefty as a katana but made for training. Gripping it firmly, he swung through the air, the blade cutting a whooshing sound that promised a challenge.

"…He defeated you in your OWN swordsmanship…!?" "…The Fubuki Sakura (樱吹雪), also known as the Blowing Cherry Blossom Snow… is my father's own created mixture of spear and sword arts… August learnt it during our first duel, and he modified it to his own swordsmanship and crushed me in my swordsmanship." "Eh… In just one exchange…? He really is a genius." I murmured. "But still, Kuroyuki… your spear arts are just as good as his swordsmanship, no? You easily repelled him whenever you are holding your spear."

His image is like a guardian angel, who came to rescue me from the cruelty in the eyes of the man I once loved. Hiroki's maneuvers are amazing, he manages to defeat many soldiers with just a sword; he pushes Satoshi to a wall leaving him without any advantage hitting his head without being able to move, more soldiers appeared until we were surrounded. Hiroki stood in front of me as a human shield preventing them from doing any damage to me, however, he couldn't do much since we were already surrounded.

I knew I had my chance to destroy him when he made the big mistake of bringing in something wrapped in black silk with silver Japanese characters on it. He had everybody focused on it just by raising it above his head, and as he took the silk off, I knew straight away, that would be my big chance. 'This is a samurai sword from Kyoto!' he said. The sword gleamed from the rays of sunshine that streamed through the window. Everyone was agape at the sight — me too. 'It is what samurai used to slice and stab each other . . . to death!' I knew straight away I needed that sword.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.