Samurai Pedang Novels & Stories

It gave Q enough time to sheathe the blade and take a sword-drawing stance. “[Shigen-ryuu Ougi—Samidare.]” (Primordial Origin Sword-Style Secret Technique—Early Summer Rain) He unleashed his blade and cut the very air in front of him. The pressure from [Kotetsu] was intense. A single slash flowed through the air like a green stream. His blade connected with the cleaver. At that moment, several green slashes cut through the cleaver from all sides. The skill shattered the cleaver, blasting away the fragments from everyone.

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.

Rai's eyes opened wide and his voice faltered as he walked into the room. "This, this is fucking awesome and probably worth millions," he muttered and I chuckled. I headed to the sword wall and chose my damascus steel katana that I had been gifted from a real samurai. I swung the hilt, twisting it expertly with my wrist and glanced at Rai. He was eyeing me approvingly.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

She speaks cooly "Then I should begin the first test" She looks at Parthib, who gazes at her sadly near the doorstep and smirks spinning the handle of her sword just with her fingers. Everyone stares at her fragile fingers astonished. 'How could those thin fingers be strong enough to even lift that huge sword?! And she is spinning it as if spinning some bamboo stick! Did she learn 'Silambam' before?! Because I have only seen the Masters of Silambam art spinning the sticks this skillfully!' (Silambam is a weapon-based martial art that originated in modern Tamil Nadu. It's basically using a Bamboo stick as your weapon!)

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'?"

He drops dead a second later. Liam flinched next to me, finally turning to me. “I’m fine,” he says. “You?” I gave a curt nod, spotting my gun. I rushed to grab it and handed Liam the other one. “Come on big guy,” I hear Miles speak up. “Pick someone your own size,” I let out a chuckle. He never learns. My chest squeezed when the Samurai raised his sword at Miles, who quickly brought his double-sided blade, successfully stopping it from harming him. With his other hand, he swings the smaller blade and slices through the Samurai’s well embroidered tunic. He grunts, staggering. For a moment, I’m frozen like Liam was earlier, watching Miles fight with so much skill and precision that I can’t hel

The moment they rushed up to the deck, the sounds of Katana sheathing rang out one after another from all directions. Shashing, shashing, shashing! These samurai were worthy of their name as a famous Dual Wielding Sword family in Japan. Each samurai held a sword in both of their hands. They were very fast, and their swordsmanship was incomparable. Their brief arrival had turned the tide of the battle. For a while, those already exhausted fighters of Zuken Group appeared to be overpowered. “Warrior from the Harusame clan?” Yamamoto knocked a samurai out with one punch. When he saw such a scene, astonishment tinged his tone.

Murdering everything around him. Samael. Sam snarled and roared and slashed. The swords in his hands looked pathetic compared to his broad hands and long arms, but they were sharp enough to cut through flesh easily, and that's exactly what they did. They cut through dark ones, and demons alike. Anyone that came even remotely close to this man of death, met their end with a single swipe. He was unrecognisable.

To her luck (belustig and Sanchez pitch as Azrael thought), had his gut feeling warned him in time. He danced elegantly around the still lying on the ground Sanchez and formed his familiar katana - a sword, like the samurai always wore - out of HIM. A silent sigh of pleasure escaped him as he grabbed it with both hands and rammed the first attacker between the ribs. It cut through the protective vest he was wearing under his clothes and ran like butter into the tender human flesh. A beautiful gurgling scream rang out. How he'd missed that.