Ninjato Sword Novels & Stories

He didn't have to wait much longer when one ran towards him with his sword raised above his head. Demon did nothing to block the coming attack as the Ninja approached him bringing his sword down to strike. Demon used his other free hand to stop the sword from touching his beautiful face and with inhuman force drag the sword away from the Ninja. Before the Ninja would bring out his second short sword he kept hidden in his hips just for emergency, Demon has used his two Ninja Dragon Stars to slash deeply in his body and neck. "Is this the fastest and strongest Ninjas you say you are?" Demon mocked them.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

Harvey slowly pulled out the sword that Yona Lynch presented to him in the middle of his speech. Along with the sound of a loud clang, the Island Nation longsword that looked like the Muramasa was then split in half when Harvey swung his sword. Red liquid with a foul smell seeped out from the sword’s wooden hilt. Harvey grabbed a torch and threw it right at the Muramasa. Dark smoke started swirling everywhere at the next moment. At the same time, a wooden badge suddenly shattered into pieces inside a shrine on top of Mount Fuji from the Island Nations.

His remaining companion turned to face me as well. My favorite ninja wasn't done yet. As the second man turned, Miyako stepped from behind one of the false pylons and kicked the gun out of his hands. The ex-hanging man had the choice of reaching for his dropped Type-05, thus letting me chop him in the back as he bent over or...draw a sword?

It's difficult to stand in front of a crowd, carrying the weight of the nightmares I've endured. I despise the fact that he gave up his life for mine. I stood firmly on the grass, feeling the wind tousle my hair as I gracefully moved through the different stances. With each movement, I wielded the sword with precision and purpose. First, I positioned it to protect the front of my body; then, I held it high like a horn protruding from my head. Next, I swung the sword down to my hip, letting it hang casually in front of me. Finally, I brought it back up to my shoulder. Each stance seamlessly transitioned into either an attack or a defense.

"You didn't think. That's why you're on the ground. Your guard was too high. You were anticipating a slash from my right. I feinted and came low from the left. You overcommitted." She tossed the practice sword back to him. He fumbled the catch. "Footwork. It's not about strength, it's about balance. Like dancing." "I don't dance, my lady." "You do now." She picked up a second practice blade from against a hedge. "En garde." Makil watched, transfixed. This was no noblewoman's dalliance with archery. This was the language of combat, spoken with a native's fluency. Her movements were economical, precise.

“Those two are trying to tell me some fairy tales!” “Fairy tales, you say. Interesting.” He said, yawing. “Would you like some coffee, man?” Nick asked him. “Yes, please. We have to come up with a fairy tale, and it has to be a perfect one, lest you would finish your assault sentence.” “Damn it! Is it that bad?” She looked at him with puppy eyes, but Matthew was silent. ____ Shinai is a modern sword, typically made of bamboo, used for practice and competition in kendo.

The sword was currently his friend, and he wouldn't make it his enemy just because he didn't manage to hold it correctly. 'I really need to train using real weapons. I still don't know which should I use though. Sword or thievery weapons like wires and knives...' Jai thought as he examined the sword's blade, finding small faint cuts every where on its surface. The hilt wasn't made of wood. There was a small layer of iron on it, which was why Jai was able to channel his thunder into it and deal a great amount of damage to the gorilla beast before. That was also why Jai was cautious when Kasuga was trying to pull it out of the Gori-gori's mouth, afraid that the soldier would get electrocuted a

He then walked over to the trees closer to the body. In between two large trees was a steel wire, as thin as a strand of hair. There were still droplets of blood hanging on it, dazzling in crimson red under the sun. It was the steel wire that the ninja planned to use to decapitate Kaze’s head. Now that his own head was cut off by his own steel wire, it had come full circle. “I forgot you were short. I thought of cutting your chest.” Kaze shrugged. He shook his hand and revealed the Nether Viper Sword in his hand. He swung it at the wire, cutting it in half easily.

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.