Ritsu Knife Novels & Stories

The same man said making cold eye contact with Ryan "Bring the Knife" The man said gesturing to the silver knife next to him, Aurora's breathing hitched when she saw the Knife, she hated knives Ryan scoffed "So she gets to use this thing" Ryan said crossing his arms "You think the dagger is any better, my friend?" The man replied "Just get this over with" Ryan said folding his arms "What?" Aurora gasped

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.

Xianliang noticed something and was horrified after getting a good look at him, noticing a very familiar crest. “Wearing that insignia proudly, huh. A Sagemaker. What is a member of that group doing here?” Xianliang said. Xianliang noticed a knife underneath his sleeve and Wencheng threw it at Kazuha. Ryosuke, who suddenly came out of nowhere then grabbed the knife with his bare hands. He turns his head towards her. “Shiratori-san, you okay?” “I’m fine. Thank you.” “Get out of the way or you’ll die.” The guy warns.

"And Mendoza's standard arsenal, I'm guessing." Rick moved to her side and produced a key from a hidden compartment in the communications cabinet. The lock clicked open, revealing a compact but comprehensive collection of weapons, two handguns with extra magazines, a short-barreled shotgun, and various knives. "Iron blade," Rick noted, lifting a matte-black combat knife from its moulded slot. "Military grade, designed for anti-supernatural operations." Casie took it, testing the weight and balance. The handle fit her grip perfectly, and the blade absorbed rather than reflected the cabin's dim light. "This will help against the constructs."

It was heavy and serrated. Rurik looked up. He saw the glint of steel in my hand. His eyes widened. "No," he started to say. I did not hesitate. I did not aim for his chest or his stomach where his muscles were thick. I jammed the knife into his neck. I put all my weight behind it. I drove the serrated blade deep into the soft tissue just below his jaw. Rurik gagged. Blood sprayed across my face. It was hot and coppery.

Only this time, the kits were used for a different purpose. *** "There...there...motherfucker. No need to cry." Rafael jeered. Rolling his shoulders, he cracked his knuckles while he eyed the knives laid out on the table before him. Glad it was his turn. The old fucker was tough. His companion had already taken a good chunk on him yet he had only given them bits and pieces of information. From the corner of his eye, a favorite knife gleamed. Made from volcano glass, so sharp, one would never know he was cut until he was bleeding like a pig.

The first tool that he notices is the wood riffler that is sticking out of the side of her neck. A wood riffler is a double sided metal tool that helps him shape wood, such has knobs for dressers or the ends of posts on beds. One side is a sharp point, while the other side is usually wide and curved. The sharp side is embedded in the strangers carotid artery. Buried in her chest, between her breasts is his sloyd knife. The wooden hilt is all that can be seen, as the thick, sharp knife edge is hidden beneath her flesh.

Tom cocked an eyebrow and casually said, “It’s beautiful and suits you well.” “Yeah, but beautiful things are dangerous. Like this place.” She slid the edge lightly, and a small sharp blade popped out, “It’s so sharp that it can cut the enemy’s main artery even if your hand has no strength.” Tom’s smile gradually disappeared. “But I’m very kind. I only used it to cut the rope that bound me. Look at this now.” Ruth effortlessly hid the blade. Then, she pressed another small button, and several thin needles flew out. She tilted her hand, and the needles pierced the bedside cabinet. “The needles coming out of this side only have anesthetic. It won’t kill you, but the ones on this side…”

"Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars." There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sigh, I should better speak up so it can end sooner. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and looked around. "I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki's notebooks." I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary I said notebook. Because I was