Kokushibo Sword Novels & Stories

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…”

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.

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

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"

He spun to face the demons again just as the air around shimmered for a second, and then, Renny appeared along with eleven Warriors, each holding their own Guardian Sword and their coshey standing beside them. Baltabek roared as he faced the Warriors, magic sparking at his fingertips. The other demons hissed as they bounced up and down like crazed animals. Rhychard climbed to his feet as Kree stepped up beside him. :Their cosheys joined them,: Rhychard sent to Kree. :How is that even possible?: :Because the cosheys bond to their Warriors,: Kree sent. :That bond goes beyond life.: :But they also carry their swords,: Rhychard pressed. :Only one Guardian Sword exists per Warrior, so how do they

Listen carefully! 1. Sakabato ( Rurouni Kenshin ) Sakabato aka the Reverse Eyes Sword is the last sword forged directly by the famous swordsman, Arai Shakku. Unlike the swords that he had created before, designed as tools to take life, Sakabato has a design that deviates from the existing standard. This sword has a sharp part located on the back of the sword so it would not be suitable to be called a killer sword. Instead, Sakabato was asked to be a sacred heirloom to honor the peace brought by the Meiji Era.

After saying that, Kyo Chiba turned the sword into a bolt of lightning and cut straight at Xuanyuan Lige's face. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto had worked with Kyo Chiba for many years and they knew each other very well. The moment Kyo Chiba took out his sword, they also drew their swords. The swords light and the Sword Qi of Kyo Chiba were mixed together, covering the whole world, leaving no gap. If Xuanyuan Lige was still at the early stage of the Saint Realm, she would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.