Novel & Cerita Oshi No Ko Tokyo Blade

"This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil." As Kiran gazed at the blade, he instinctively reached out to touch it. Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted within him, and the quiet blade began to hum, causing the entire hotel to shake. Everyone's eyes turned to Kiran, and some rushed over to stop him. Kiran tried to pull back his hand but then heard Lady Mika's voice in his ear, "Kiran, remember to bring this Eastern blade next time you come to Sunland, or be prepared to collect Aoki Kosner's body."

At the end of the fluid and swift blade movements came Kenzo Harusame’s wail. The broken blade at Tyr Summer’s lips slit Kenzo’s throat, while the blades in his left and right hands slashed open Kenzo’s chest and abdomen respectively. As the fight settled down, Tyr struck a rather handsome pose with the blades in his hands. On the other hand, his opponent, Kenzo, collapsed to the ground with blood spewing out of the three slash wounds. “Kenzo Harusame is dead.”

I rolled my eyes as he treated me so gently, like I was delicate. “It isn’t my blood.” I assured him. He sighed in relief. “We’ve been looking all over the city for you.” Hachiro frowned. “We started with that blonde gai-ko you like to fuck.” Shinobu snorted, taking the handkerchief from Hachiro to wipe his face. Glaring, I spun and punched Shinobu in the throat. “Speak that way again, and it’s my blade that touches your neck.” I vowed.

[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".

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

One of the guards hurried towards them with a first aid box while my shaky legs couldn’t hold me up any longer, so I slumped to the chair. My body trembled with fear, and I had to clasp my hands together to stop my hands from shaking so much. “What are you doing?” Blair screeched when Shiro moved to remove the blade. “You are not even a doctor.” True. Shiro might not be a doctor, but he knew what he was doing when dealing with injuries like that. All of Obaasan’s men knew how to deal with injuries caused by knives. Shiro ignored her and removed the blade from her hand as carefully as he could. Blair cried out in pain as he did so. He carefully treated the wound.

Ryosuke put his hand on the handle of his knife, bent down his body, and posed to attack. Kazuo had to deal with Ryosuke while he also had to guard against Sky Dog’s attack. It was not farfetched to say that he could not possibly remain alive. Before he thought of how he should deal with this situation, two figures suddenly went toward him. One went to the front, while one went to the back. Ryosuke and Sky Dog attacked at the same time. It was the quick draw technique and Flute-Killing Art! Two knives pierced Kazuo’s body at the same time. One pierced him in the belly while one pierced him in the back.

When he stopped and looked down on his flank, a muggy red blood pooled in his slightly sliced pants. "What? Is this your first time seeing a blade that automatically comes back to its owner?" Hoshi chuckled while showing the blade he threw before, but went back on his hand as soon as he pulled the string that was tied around his wrist. Even if he's covering half of his face with thin clothes, Minghao can see his mockery behind the fabric. True, Minghao didn't expect this unusual attack. He wondered what kind of string can allow his enemy to move his knife back and forth like yo-yo. However, this is not the time for amusement. A little scratch won't infuse his murderous spirit.

"The blue light is getting smaller." "She’s not tired, Pella. She’s looking for the opening," Nomo said, though he wasn't sure if he was lying to the girl or himself. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt the Void-Blade whistle past her ear, the coldness of the weapon sucking the warmth from her skin. She blinked ten feet to the left, but Phuwin was already there, his obsidian sword coming down in a vertical cleave that shattered the floor where she had stood a millisecond before.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.