Kokushibo Sword Novels & Stories

"No! Don't touch it!" Kasuga stepped back. "Why?" "My thunder might still be on it. It's iron. Thunder works with iron like fire heat." Jai said. "Don't worry, I'm wearing gloves." Kasuga stepped forward once again, touching the sword by its handle. Determining it's safe, he took the sword with some blood flowing out of the tongue and swung it lightly to get rid of the blood covering it. The beast twitched and both guys retreated in warning. "This thing's still alive?" Kasuga frowned.

I begged with my tears already falling in fear. “I can't do that… You are more obedient that way,” he chuckled. He walked towards a wall and took one of the swords hanging there. He pulled the blade out of the scabbard and walked closer to me. “Do you like the sword?” he smirked pointing the tip if the blade my way, “This one was a present from Mr. Tsuchida. This katana is extremely sharp, I've never used it before, I think I will test it out on you…”

She just shakes her head at him and he lets her move to me. “This blade is a very special blade. It will do the job.” She hands me the Katana. I step back, my hands on the handle and the sheath. The sheath is black and purple with a dragon that wraps around the full length of it. Its mouth open facing the handle of the sword. I remove the sword and hand the sheath to her. I hold the sword up, looking at the steel. The blade is clean and sharp, it glistens under the light. I walk to Gianni. I stand at his side. I raise the sword in my hands, turning my body, adjusting my feet.

The next moment, dust rose from the ground as they vanished from their previous positions. They reappeared next to Chad instantly, one sword thrusting forward and the other slashing backward at him. Clang! Following a metal clang, Bernard grabbed both sword blades with his hands. Blood flowed from his hands, but the two swords absorbed it before it could hit the ground. "These are demonic swords!" Bernard exclaimed, shocked. He clenched his teeth and flung the two away. Ayo steadied herself and proudly exclaimed, "Impressive eyesight. This is the Kato Family's demonic sword, Tatamo, passed down for 300 years!"

The broken sword was still a powerful weapon to Kaze. The air was thick with tension. Boris scowled and flung his arms, firing two blades from his sleeves. “Clank! Clank!” The two blades burst in flames mid-air and torpedoed back toward Boris. One blade narrowly missed Boris’ throat, leaving behind a blood trail and slicing his ear. “Slash!” The other blade plunged into Boris’ abdomen. “Argh!” Boris wailed, having been knocked off his feet. He catapulted to the floor and tumbled off a distance.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Andrew added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialised of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana; this is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. Jezz, the man was in love with his sword, she watched him hold the sword with precise thrust and swing in perfect fast motion. Oh! Those arms! And how on earth was she going to concentrate when the man was half-naked? His shoulders and chest were sweating, and those abs! Holy mackerel. Who could have concentrated on that? Any daughter of Eve would be drooling.

Jiurozayémon all this while was thinking of the pleasure he would have in laughing at Chôbei for offering him a mean and paltry present; but when, by degrees, the macaroni began to be piled mountain-high around the tea-house, he saw that he could not make a fool of Chôbei, and went home discomfited. It has already been told how Shirai Gompachi was befriended and helped by Chôbei. His name will occur again in this story. At this time there lived in the province of Yamato a certain Daimio, called Honda Dainaiki, who one day, when surrounded by several of his retainers, produced a sword, and bade them look at it and say from what smith's workshop the blade had come. “I think this must be a Masa

the opening and squeaking of the door, though no one as a servant was left by the ruthless guards, this time someone passing through this house entered without much trouble. The shadow of his footsteps was slightly surprised by this vain darkness, but under the curtains appeared the plates of a meaningless foreign armor, he was a peaceful knight, who did not take out his helmet full of feathers, a striped blue cloak hung from his shoulders. white heads that formed a headless white cross, the noble lady was frightened by the height of such a bold gentleman, and in her mind flashed thousands of thoughts, including that this swordsman was the result of a plot to take his child from arms, so she

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"