Naruto Gets A Sword Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

Says one up front. I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily. "Nara. Not getting the rest." I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me. Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.

“Get out of here Nasir. Get out! Leave me the fuck alone.” I pulled my sword from my bag and started to drag it across my leg, The red started to cover my leg and I smiled. Nasir jumped at me again, his teeth digging into my hand that held my sword. He was whining. I was so mad. I tried to shake him off but he wouldn’t let go. Letting go of the sword he finally let me go, grabbing the sword in his teeth and throwing it out of the room. He growled at me, daring me to get past him.

I said, rolling my eyes. Nathan handed me my sword. “Ivan and Nate, can ya do me the honors and hold this animal up?” Ivan came to my side slamming his lips with mine. Possessive much, Alpha!? Nathan rolled his eyes. They held Angel up. ‘Don’t let him take that blade out Nate,’ I said in a stern tone. He nodded. “You see this sword, Angel? This is my girl. She is my friend. I would love to introduce you to Lolita because my rifle's name is Lola.” My voice sounded chirpy.

Chapter 101 Sibyl’s POV Nuri! I wanted to rush up to him and hold him tight, but my foot only moved one step before I stopped. He wore armor and carried a sword. His eyes were cold, and as he approached me, he brushed his sword across his sleeve and wiped the dust off it. As his hand moved, the reflected light of the sword shot into my eyes, and I twisted my head subconsciously. "Congratulations, you got what you wanted."

Cyrus shouted at the same time, a sword forged out of spiritual energy appearing in his hand as he attacked Wilbur. The house was destroyed by the sword as countless ninjas charged in toward Yumi and the rest.

he sets to work while Katana moves to hold Imogen and Nara but i stop her, much to her disappointment. “I am not done with them, katana” She opens her mouth to say something but I glare at her and she keeps quiet. The moment the others are out of the room, I turn my attention back to Imogen and her friend. “Give me your dagger” I tell Katana and she hands it over to me, fear and agony written on their faces. “Do you think your friendship is that solid?” I ask the two of them as I hand Nara the sword, “kill your friend and you will get to live”

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

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.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.