Ninjato Sword Novels & Stories

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The other two also struck out together. The duo held two lances and danced them chaotically as they stabbed them at Leonardo, making it impossible to see exactly which body part of the person they were stabbing into. All in all, it was strikingly similar to its name—invisible! “Phantom Sword!” The last man with the sword gritted his teeth and put his unique skill to use. Instantaneously, his swords became blurry, as if two or three swords were stabbing at Leonardo at the same time. “Not bad!” Leonardo’s intuition told him that these guys weren’t that simple to deal with!

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

“Minus the wooden ones we played with as kids?” “Definitely exempting that or any similar experiences. I am asking about actual weapons that could maim and injure” There was no need to think too far because the only weapons I even knew were the knives of the kitchen or those I saw from afar. “No” “Hmm” he thought for a while. “We would be starting from the basics then. By enlightening you on each weapon and when it is best to use which, but before then…” he walked to the wall by my left and lifted a sword off the shelf then brought it back and handed it to me “hold this and show me your stance”

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

the elite ninjas also shouted excitedly, believing they would soon be heroes for killing Kiran. Buzz! Suddenly, the entire Mount Futu seemed to emit a deep hum, startling the elite ninjas and halting their attacks momentarily. Crack! Crack! A series of snapping sounds followed. Before they could react, some ninjas lost their heads, others were cut in half, and limbs were severed. Terrified screams filled the air. The onlookers from Sunland were shocked to see a black sword, now turned red, flying autonomously, slaughtering countless ninjas before finally landing beside Kiran.

The two other ninjas immediately swung their swords down at him, but he had already rolled over and sprang to his feet, taking hold of the leader's sword in the process and arming himself. One of the ninjas looked at their leader wailing on the ground and then back at his sword in his hands. Rojan cocked his head at him, raising his brows. He had now evened the fight, using a sword against them, as befitting their samurai status. They charged at him, swinging their swords through the air, he defended himself, blocking and dodging. Soon enough, the third ninja he had swung against the pillar had recovered and returned, joining in the sword fight.

Professor Pops chuckled, and I couldn't help the smile that curled up on my lips. "Let's not count on it." He stroked my head with his free hand, and I drew in a deep breath, enjoying his smell: Old books, paper, and cigars. After several minutes I pulled away and considered him. "I'll be stronger, which will make it more difficult for me to die, but I can be killed the same as any human." It was a statement. One that I knew, as I spoke, was correct. "Exactly." He held the blade, still sheathed in a black cover, in both hands. "This is called a jokoto or katana, which is the now universal term."

Instead of walking straight towards her, I grasped the sword that was sticking out from the floor where Nija had casually thrown it earlier, and walked around her as if I was leaving the room. Nija kept cleaning her nails, her short hair falling like curtains around her face. She didn't move when I walked behind her. In a split second, I turned to her, silent as a leopard as I zeroed in on my target. I didn't think about my next movement; I just raised the sword, took one step forward, and brought the sword down with all my might. Before the sword could even make it halfway down, Nija kicked it out of my hand and slammed her fist in the side of my head again.

cleaving the horde at his front was like a child play to him even though he won't use the full extent of his skill the sharpness of this sword was great and with its black edge and small holes in the middle that designs for its great appearance A teen appeared from the back of the zombies and every time it appears ahead of zombies were sent flying. The man was Jestino using his 2 new daggers his firepower went to another league; the dagger named dark and shadow that emphasizes the skills of him, its design was almost like a cris knife but with a wider body and each of the dagger have a different distinction Another teen can be seen on the side of the large sword user. He was wearing an armgu