Nito-ryu Novels & Stories

she scoffed. Elio had been training in martial arts since he was a kid, learning from a master. He knew his stuff and recognized the moves right away. Surprised, he shifted into Mystical Pure Technique, his moves graceful and sharp. The Mystical Pure Technique was from Wuldeen Boxing, and it was all about balance—combining spiritual, internal, and external strength into one powerful force. Bang! Bang! Bang! The two young fighters exchanged punches and kicks, their battle as thrilling as a movie scene.

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

Yara said with a little smile on her face though the situation now is really giving her the creeps. “Well, in that way, I can help." Nate said making Kenzo looks at his side with irritation on his face. "Not to make you angry, Bro. I had a black belt in taekwondo and I can atleast teach Yara the basics." Nate continues. "No!" Kenzo said making the rest smile again. "A jealous punk here, I guess." Thad said with a teasing smile. "I can teach her, though." Kenzo said. "Really, Ken?" Kairo said not believing his friend. "Shut up!" Kenzo said making Kairo laughed.

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

The shock on my face must be visible because Joseph chuckles beside me. "It's more like a Gokaku-geiko. Well it also has elements of Waza and Kakari-geiko. They break and bend the laws on Kendo in this dojo," he says chuckling softly,"Don't underestimate Atlas Winters, Mr. Fairchild." "I never do, Just Joseph." We laugh and shortly ad Asano finally joins us. "Gentlemen." In unison, we stand and bow. "Sensei." "Sakamoto-Kun, I believe you're going to thoroughly enjoy what you're about to see."

Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell. Dojo perched on the SatoTech campus edge, ancient timber beams scarred centuries, shoji fogged rice-mist concealing kendo clashes within. Air thick with cedar polish, sweat-salt, a faint blood-copper undercurrent. Barefoot on cool tatami, my athletic frame mirrored his lethal grace—indigo iaido hakama pooling at ankles, wooden bokken katana gripped, reverse-sheathed. Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion.

"Miss, Mr. Argento is a friendly representative from the martial arts community of Yutaria. He is under protection while he is in Dramon. If it causes any diplomatic difficulties, it will cause a disaster!" Joaquin saw that Tomas was silent, so he hastily tried to smooth things over. He thought that, as he was the head director of Boren Martial Arts Court, Nina would have to show him some respect once he spoke up. However, all Nina did was slap him in response. All the rest of them saw was Nina swinging her hand despite being several feet away. There was a resounding slap that echoed in the hall. Right after that, Joaquin flew sideways through the air and crashed against the pillar beside hi

Otherwise, he would end up worse than Nobita. All the other elites from the other Island Nation schools of martial arts could only watch in disbelief. They knew Harvey was very powerful and could fight with a sword saint for hundreds of rounds. However, they thought Harvey had only won after using a sneak attack. Nobita was one of the three primary disciples of the Shinto Way. No matter how weak he was, he should be able to fight with Harvey for dozens of rounds. The Islanders didn't know what to say when Nobita failed so easily.

My hits got lazy as I tired, and his head fell back for a moment as he tried to catch his breath, arms still in front of his face. I slammed my fist toward his face one last time, his arms breaking apart just enough that my small fist slipped between them, and I landed a shot right to his nose. I could distinctively hear the sound of the back of his head dropping against the mat and paused with my shaky fist raised, prepared to give another blow. When he stayed down with his eyes closed, I stood up, keeping my front to him in case he got up. There was no bell to signal I won, and I was prepared for another round to start as soon as he collected himself enough to attack.