Samurai Novels & Stories

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recog

I A lonely samurai stopped at the roadside shrine. The day was peaceful. It looked like any other day in the summer, hot and humid. The shrine was in a state of disrepair. Judging by its state, the samurai concluded, it was abandoned a long time ago. He waited for a while, looked the stone-carved idol of Kuraim, the god of life and death. Travelers, that were traveling long distanced, always prayed to him for a safe trip. He had many aspects and many names. In the northern parts he’s known as the Storm God, in the eastern parts as the Forest God. Some theologians count him among the twelve-first gods of Gehido, while others say

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

i smile "so what do i need to know?" "Ok so one of you need to either back down or die, and remember she wants to look pretty for the crowd she hates people seeing her in a bad light so if you make her look foolish you will make her look stupid and also its gonna piss her off, the more pissed off she is the sloppier she fights", "Can we use weapons?" "Yes and she will probably use a whip" "A whip?" "Haaha yeah she watched a stupid kung fu film once and the woman in it had a whip, shes been using one ever since but whips are easy to avoid you just have to time it"

Dressed in black with yellow lights escaping from its eyes, it pulled out its sword from the sheath before Rogue could react and went through her. Rogue fell down to the ground but no blood escaped her body as the spirit came out with a wailing smoke before it sliced it to absolute nothing. Sam stood up and faced the spirit before he stretched his hands open towards the spirit. “Kono noroi de min’na o sukutte kudasai… Omisan.” Samuel requested as he bowed his head to the spirit before he raised his head. (Please save everyone with this curse.) “Anata o fukumete, haiburiddo-san?” The spirit asked and Samuel nodded. (Even you, hybrid?)

The older braves no longer paid attention to them. “Go ahead, Sam,” Raja said. “Take a pick.” I nodded before glancing over the pile of loot; weapons, shields, armors, so many things to choose from. That samurai helmet looked cool, though. It was red with a beetle-horned crest. I was about to reach it when I discovered a cloth of black and crimson inside. I picked it up to check. Upon examining it, chills started creeping down my spine. “Ch-Chief!” I showed the cloth to everyone. It was a bandanna featuring a crimson eagle with its wings spanned upward.

I knew I had my chance to destroy him when he made the big mistake of bringing in something wrapped in black silk with silver Japanese characters on it. He had everybody focused on it just by raising it above his head, and as he took the silk off, I knew straight away, that would be my big chance. 'This is a samurai sword from Kyoto!' he said. The sword gleamed from the rays of sunshine that streamed through the window. Everyone was agape at the sight — me too. 'It is what samurai used to slice and stab each other . . . to death!' I knew straight away I needed that sword.

“But that's not what I was after. - He said. When picking up a suitcase, he took a picture of a naked Japanese man, with the sword, he was from the Meiji era, feudal period, giving it to the good doctor. - I want to be like that, delicate, beautiful, thin face, long straight hair, I want to be a Japanese samurai. - He said. – So that way I will be part of the Asian industry. - He said. - So, what do you want me to do, just plastic surgery? – Akimitsu asked.

He took a few steps backwards, and stood beside Yagyuu Genpachiro. Yagyuu Genpachiro took out a short sword and yelled at Qin Haodong, "Who are you to assault him, a Japanese samurai?" Qin Haodong glanced at him coldly and said, "Shame on you to call yourself 'samurai'. What kind of warrior are you to hurt an ordinary man like that? Is that the so-called 'samurai spirit'?"