Oshi No Ko Tokyo Blade Novels & Stories

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

Off to the side, Shiroa could only shake her head and release a sigh in depression as she saw this. As for Blade Warlord, his time as a tennis ball came to an abrupt end after a short two minutes, as his body turned into a mass of light, completely disappearing. That signified that he had been killed during combat. Seeing this, Kirou and his clones looked a bit disappointed, as if they found that their game ended a bit too quickly.

He felt the shift in the air pressure, the sudden, violent displacement of the holographic cherry blossoms. The white blade materialized aimed directly at Dax's neck. Dax ducked, the blinding corrupted sub-ether searing the collar of his leather cut as it passed over him. He spun on his heel, driving his Phase-Knife in a brutal upward arc toward the Shogun's exposed chrome ribs. CLANG. The Shogun parried the strike with blinding speed, the clash of blue and white sub-ether sending a localized shockwave through the courtyard that cracked the obsidian floor beneath their boots.

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

Still, it was just what he wanted. “[—Tenkyuu Haken!]” (—Cry of Heaven's Blade) He swung down [Kotetsu] with all the strength he could muster. [Kotetsu] unleashed a barrage of sword slashes. Shuten-douji was not expecting an attack to come from above and was too slow to react. It took the attack head on and was sliced up by the maelstrom of slashes. [Shuten-douji has been defeated.] Q collapsed on his knees. He used up all his strength but he managed to deal the final blow to the enemy.

Thunder Knee—rising upward while the electrical load discharged downward through the joint. He dropped back into a neutral stance, exhaling a long plume of mist. Yamato stood watching, his expression unreadable. "Not bad." "The Flash Step still needs refinement," Danial noted. "The Flash Step is fine," Yamato dismissed with a wave of his hand. His sharp eyes locked onto Danial's hip. "Show me the blade." Danial froze. Beside them, Balthazar went entirely still. "The... blade?" Danial repeated carefully. "The Sword Drawing Technique," Yamato said, his voice dropping into a register that made the ambient light seem to dim. "The manual I handed you when you first arrived. Show me what you've do

I say, and he smiles and nods his head. “Come Cass. Show me why you are called the Onryo. Keomi, take her to change and give her a naked blade.” He says and I just stare at him in shock. What? He wants to spar with me? Using a naked blade? He is the head of the Yakuza, and me well, I’m a little Italian girl who loves to play with Katanas. “Too scared?” He asks before making the sound of a chicken. I look at my team and family and they are all laughing as he struts around, acting like a chicken.