Rurouni Kenshin Reverse Blade Novels & Stories

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then narrowed his eyes. Kenshi was beginning to look up to Harvey. After all, Harvey had already proven his strength after killing Kenshi’s junior. “I admit, you’re quite skilled! It’s a shame that I’m your opponent!” Kenshi moved again. He jumped into the air; his body suddenly split into two, and he swung his blade. His attack was as quick as lightning. His two afterimages moved at frightening speed, and the crowd could only see a blurry phantom. The two afterimages combined, then split apart once again. This time, they turned into three.

He starts kissing my breasts, but stops at my hands. He looks up at me with an eyebrow raised. I smile innocently. Nothing happening here... He brushes his soft palms over mine, "You don't have to cover up, you know. Nipples are natural," he chuckles. "Leave me alone," I take a pillow and cover my chest. He doesn't need to see my pepperoni. Shawn's POV:

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight

Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat. Blaze lowered his hands, his expression cold and unyielding. He was a force of nature, capable of decimating even the mightiest of foes without breaking a sweat. As Blaze stood amidst the carnage, suddenly Rendok pulled out a silver knife, lunging at Blaze from behind. Blaze, sensing the attack at the last moment, spun around, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed through his palm, the blade emerging on the other side. Blood spurted from the wound. Gasps echoed through the crowd, faces paling at the sight of Blaze's blood.

As Killian doubled over, Ronan brought both fists down on his spine. The Voss Alpha went down hard, rolling in the snow, but he came up with something glinting in his hand—a silver blade that caught the weak winter sunlight. He moved like a striking snake, the knife carving a line across Ronan's ribs that burned like fire. "You want to die so badly?" Killian asked, circling now with predatory patience. "I can arrange that. Though it seems wasteful, considering how useful you could still be." "I'm done being your tool," Ronan spat, blood running down his side. "I'm done being anyone's tool."

The two blades of steel sliding against each other created a sharp, screeching sound. As the impact shoved Larice’s weapon upward, Estes angled his blade with a quick motion and gave a long swing at her side waist. But she was fast enough to bend her body backward, and with her flexibility, she continued with a backflip to get her balance before getting back to her stance. Estes suddenly interchanged his form—his katana pointing behind while his other arm extended forward. That stance was also familiar to Larice. The Reverse of the Serpent, as what it was called. She wondered where he could have learned that—but this was not the time for that.

If I struck too soon, his allies would descend like wolves. And I wasn’t ready for that. Keiran reached into his coat and pulled something out. A knife. Its blade was sharp, polished steel glinting under the moonlight. He flipped it in his hand before offering it to me, hilt first. “Use this,” he said. “When the time comes.” I took it without hesitation, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was smaller than the weapons I trained with, but the edge was deadly. A quick, clean kill.

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.