Ritsu Knife Novels & Stories

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Janus looked at their faces and added. "What's scariest about Boss is his martial ability." Rhein and Sliver watched on as Jared gently moved his wrist. His long fingers seemingly possessed powers unimaginable as he twirled a dagger in them. The dagger looked extremely thin and was just a tad bit longer than a normal one. He raised his hand a little and the dazzling dark purple crystal inlaid on the hilt radiated a cold yet alluring glint.

Even the katana in his hand was cut into two pieces. Clank. Clank. Clank. Rock Field and his broken katana fell to the floor one after another. This was Ryosuke’s well-known move in the entire Japanese Ninja Skills world, the quick draw technique. It was fast, fierce, and accurate. The opponent usually could not see the moves. At the moment of drawing the sword, the opponent’s life was taken away. Ryosuke slowly put the sword back into the scabbard and said to himself, “Dad, this is the first enemy I killed with my own hands. There will be the second and third, until all Iga Ninjas are killed!”

The sword in Ryuichi’s hand was immediately split in half while Edwin continued his swing. Ryuichi frantically stepped back, but it was all too late. Pffffft! A right arm was sent flying in the air. Blood splashed all over the place. It was a shocking sight. Ryuichi was about to scream while covering his right shoulder, but his expression immediately turned stiff the next moment as Edwin’s sword had already pierced his throat.

Recently dropped. The blade itself bore a small, familiar sigil near the base, etched, so finely you could have missed it if you didn’t know where to look. A stylized fang. Nightfang’s mark. Rin’s hand went cold around the hilt. “Kael,” she said quietly. He turned. His gaze dropped to the knife, then snapped back up to hers. The line of his shoulders went rigid. “Is that—” Talia began, peering over Rin’s other shoulder. “Ah. Shit.”

Ruth held the greatsword on both palms. Altar rubbed his head and his hand grabbed a chain on the table then he fell from it. He staggered to his feet, swung the chain and pulled Ruth's leg with it. With unbelievable strength Altar swung the knight with the chain and threw him straight out of the shop through the wooden wall, then fell on one knee. He scanned the chain he held and realised what weapon it was: a kusarigama.

“This is fucking insane, what were you doing with this?” My attention moved to Ralph who was holding a small knife—the blade he usually carries. I guess it was a type of sculpturing blade or something. But what had my eyes widening was the few red drops clinging to the metal. It wouldn’t take any genius to recognise it as blood. It shouldn’t be a surprise, but I couldn’t help but be both surprised and scared.

Tsukiko placed three bowls across a round table. One held seawater. One held black sand. The third was empty. "Blood," she said. Daigo dropped from the ladder. "You might ask first." "I did." "No, you named a substance." Tsukiko held out a silver knife. He looked at me. "She has not improved." I took the knife. Raiken caught my wrist. "Why hers?" "Because the name was cut from her blood." His eyes shifted toward Tsukiko. "Use mine."

No spark, no feedback. “Keep going,” Rion says, and I move through the table: a heavy obsidian knife, a hooked sickle, a baton with oddly shaped weights fitted at each end, a slingshot with a carved bone handle. I heft each one, feeling for something—heat, cold, pressure, a tingle at the base of my skull. Nothing. Dorian passes me a dagger, the hilt banded in copper. “My best guess, based on your fighting style and size. But I could be wrong.”

However, the werewolf man got a knife instead. 'Is he planning to fight me head on? And with a knife? I mean come on. Knives are my forte,’ Brett thought. Right now, the two of them cannot transform into their beast forms as they are many people around the place. But if they will fight in their human forms, Brett has no objections. “I see. It seems you wanted to die in the Alpha’s hands,” Brett said as he got his blades that he bought from Italy. The blades are thin and only three inches long. But although they are short, the blade is so sharp it can cut a beast’s bone. The price is not joke too.