Ritsu Knife の小説・ストーリー

Then I toss back a handful of nuts before passing the bowl to Klempner. Klempner sips his drink. "That's a wicked-looking set of knives, James. Well cared for, I can see. But they look a little delicate for heavy work." James holds the blade up to the light, inspecting the serrated blade. "That's because these are my sushi knives. I brought them down from the kitchen for the occasion." I punctuate my speech with the bottle in my hand, waving it in the air as I speak. "You like sushi, Larry?"

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

She asks looking at him coldly. " On the day of my engagement with Spring. Right after she left. I was standing there with my heart throbbing with pain! At first I wasn't sure I was dreaming before dying or something else. Until I found the scar, all fresh and bleeding!" " You came with the scar?" She looks shocked. Travis nods, " No scientific explanation but it's true. The knife is a sashimi knife. So whoever it was with Spring is sushi or sashimi master!"

The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the subsequent screams puts Tsuki off, but he quickly steels himself, getting out from his chair as he watches the doctor writhe on the floor in pain, clutching at his missing arm. Tsuki takes a deep breath crossing over to the door of the room their in and lowers himself, blade at his side, ready to slice through muscle fibers and tendons. Tsuki shifts his free hand over to the gun on his head, gripping it and pulling the hammer back. The door is kicked open, flying into the wall and causing a dent in it. Two men sprint through the door, guns in hand, fully expecting that whoever they were looking for would be right in front of them - O

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

Justice would be served. Alexei's hand moved at lightning speed as he rolled a star-shaped weapon between his fingers. The shuriken must have been made of silver because the bloodsucker was wearing leather gloves, protecting himself from direct physical contact with the dangerous metal. With a fierce determination, he flung it at me. I dodged the attack with ease, my body bending and twisting like a serpent. Undeterred, Alexei hurled another shuriken at me, the sharp edges glinting in the sunlight. This time, my reactions were not fast enough, and I could not evade it completely. The shuriken grazed my bicep, drawing a line of blood that trickled down my arm. I hissed due to the burning pain

She doesn't speak much, just one word. "System! Active blacksmith and making one Knife." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue Knife strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Knife Strength : 10 "Miss, is he crazy again or us? "We are!" "Try this knife." "Yes, Grandmaster!" Sika Nie kneels for the first time, even in front of the elder she doesn't like past culture. The weapon fit her body, very promising when combining with the skill.

I said flatly, “isn’t just a fucking transaction.” His breathing was ragged. “I didn’t think you’d find out—” “You thought I was stupid?” “No—Luca, please—I swear, I didn’t know it’d get traced—” I brought out the knife. Damon winced. Matteo exhaled harshly through his nose. The knife was slim, sharp, and elegant. I loved that blade. Gifted by a Russian associate, forged from carbon steel. It slid between Jared’s ribs like butter. He screamed. Loud and pathetic.