Okami Brush Techniques Novels & Stories

The sword, too, appeared to have withered slightly. But I wasn't aware of any of this. Now let's return to the present. Henry had also met Kamish and was astounded by his incredible sword technique. I was worried that he wouldn't realize the true power of this strategy, but it appears he did. Henry knelt down to pay his respects to Kamish. The sword technique was incredible. Simple, yet lethal and effective. A sword technique that did not necessitate the user becoming exposed to the enemy. Some may argue that they can simply use a talent or spell instead, but they miss the point.

A genuine laugh, short and disbelieving, the laugh of someone who has encountered something so far outside their expected category that their threat response hasn't activated yet. "A child," he said. "They sent a child—" He moved fast for a Foundation cultivator. The kampilan came in a diagonal arc — a proper technique, Crimson Bone Slash by the form of it, Blood Clan methodology — and the aura pressure riding the blade edge was real and would have opened me from shoulder to hip if I had been standing still. I was not standing still.

It was like a rotating invisible saber light storm, and no one else could approach them. The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique were displayed one by one, including Blade Five, Blade Eighteen, and so on. Styles of saber techniques were displayed by the four beautiful women. Every time they displayed one move at an incredible angle, it contained enough Saber Intent that could destroy the world. The attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, and the rumble grew louder and louder. It was like a thunderstorm in summer, and the rumbling of thunder rose and fell incessantly. Moreover, it grew faster and stronger.

Time instantly moves back to normal speed as I look down at Kenji smugly, triump glittering my eyes. A devilish smile spreads across Kenji’s face as he lifts his head towards mine. “Do not be quick to celebrate Okami.” He tells me before grabbing my shoulders to flip us, slamming my back into the hard ground of the training area, his hands pinning my body in place. “I believe that makes me the winner.” He gloats, laying his body across mine.