Rurouni Kenshin Reverse Blade Novels & Stories

The same orders as before. Kai’s hand found the small knife Riven had forced him to carry ever since the first attack on the dens. He drew it the way he had been taught, low and ready. The rival lunged. Kai sidestepped and drove the blade upward into the soft space under the ribs. The wolf staggered, surprise flashing across his face, then collapsed when a pack fighter finished him from behind. Riven was there a heartbeat later, blood spattered across his chest, eyes wild. He checked Kai with one hard glance, saw the blood on the small knife, and the bond flared with something fierce and approving.

Did he face her uncle before? “I haven’t told you yet, have I?” Ryuou stated calmly, almost like he had just read Yuri’s mind. He smirked a smirk that made Yuri decide immediately that she didn’t like the look of it. “I’m the one who killed Kenji Kirisawa.” Yuri thought that her heart would stop beating, and her eyes widened a slight fraction. “…what?” * * * * July 2006 Unknown Area There was the sound of a loud bang, before being followed by two crashes, as Kenji Kirisawa had to literally twist his body in several difficult positions to avoid getting cleaved in half by the silver blade of the katana.

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.”

At the end of the fluid and swift blade movements came Kenzo Harusame’s wail. The broken blade at Tyr Summer’s lips slit Kenzo’s throat, while the blades in his left and right hands slashed open Kenzo’s chest and abdomen respectively. As the fight settled down, Tyr struck a rather handsome pose with the blades in his hands. On the other hand, his opponent, Kenzo, collapsed to the ground with blood spewing out of the three slash wounds. “Kenzo Harusame is dead.”

It was time for swift action. Kirin switched the direction of his blade, launching a fierce assault towards Morenga. Morenga retreated repeatedly, focusing solely on defense without counterattacking. The more he withdrew, the more Kirin sensed something amiss. Layers of murderous intent filled Kirin's eyes as he unleashed his full power, resembling a poised cheetah ready to strike. Morenga struggled to parry, instinctively going all out on defense. Just then, Kirin seized Morenga's shoulder, pulling him close and blocking Morenga's curved blade with one hand. With lightning speed, Kirin delivered a powerful kick to Morenga's abdomen, sending him flying.

Mira stood beside her, silent… her sharp eyes fixed on Lucien. Lucien’s gaze shifted… Just briefly. He looked at them once. Then his attention returned to Riven… unmoved and unimpressed. Riven reached calmly to his side. His hand wrapped around the hilt of his blade. With a smooth motion, he drew it free. Steel sang faintly as it slid from the sheath. The weapon caught the blazing sunlight immediately, the polished metal gleaming beneath the sky. Riven rolled the blade once in his hand. His smirk widened.

He stood up and took his katana from behind the chair. Ryu immediately fell silent, understanding that Kenji wasn't in the mood for lengthy explanations. His temper had been off for the past few months—ever since the winter when he lost Akiko. Kenji unsheathed his katana and stood before the two men. They had already been trembling, but now they panicked at the sight of the meticulously maintained blade. "I'll start with one finger. Just one each.” Kenji didn’t make empty threats. The katana moved forward, aiming for the middle finger of one of the men kneeling before him.

It was moving forward, and then the pulse hit the air between us — and the dagger stopped. Not gradually. Not with the physics of a hand checked mid-motion or a wrist caught by an external grip. It stopped in the way that things stop when the force acting on them is suddenly countered by something equal or greater. And then, in the same moment, in what I can only describe as a single fluid reversal that had no mechanical explanation I could construct, it turned. The blade came back. Not fully — not with the speed and force of a deliberate thrust in the opposite direction. But enough. A partial reversal, a significant redirection of the angle, the blade that had been moving toward me now movi

Memories that weren’t mine flashed across my mind in fractured bursts. Ancient wolves kneeling beneath eclipsed moons. Blood staining snow. A woman screaming while shadows swallowed an entire battlefield. The first Luna. The first curse. The dagger wasn’t a weapon. It was an inheritance. “Aria!” Riven shouted. Kael moved. His blade began its fatal descent, I struck first. The dagger sliced through the air. The world split open. A shockwave of black and silver power erupted from the blade, colliding with Kael before steel could meet flesh. The force hurled him backward with brutal violence.

His fingers tremble and so does my breath. "Are you sure?" he whispers. I nod, voice stuck in my throat. "Just... don’t let go." His eyes close briefly, as if anchoring himself. "Never." Rowan hands him the ceremonial blade; silver, curved, engraved with runes that glimmer under the moonlight. The sight of it makes my stomach twist. Hold up... Nobody told me this part. Am I supposed to slice myself open? Can I back out now?? I start mentally panicking now.