Samurai Pedang Novels & Stories

In fact, they would be laughing if someone had told them exactly that, as not even the movies would depict the ninjas as so formidable. On top of that, Charlie wasn't using a shuriken laced with poison, but simple cosmetic items. It would have been impressive if one could leave a lump with those things, but Charlie was piercing skulls with it! The samurai's constitution and reflexes far surpassed those of the normal person, having been trained since childhood. On top of that, their katanas were the finest swords that cut through thick bamboo shoots with perfect ease, and they could draw them out of their sheaths at lightning speed—in a melee within a cramped space, their advantage was absolu

] "Ready... They all took their swords out. Rag activated his blood soldiers. Pajim's has thunder power. Gicep has a black sword of fire. Gifud has the power of creating illusions. His illusions cause the opponent to go all out with a fake person apparently looking like him, and after they get completely exhausted. Gifud finishes them with a blow.

I turned to look at Ethan, who was smiling placidly at both of us. “That’s right!” I said. “I was thinking we could go to Samurai Sizzle, the teppanyaki place? You know, where they cook the food in front of you? I think they even chop up watermelons with a samurai sword sometimes.” “It’s called a katana,” Ethan signed. His eyes were sparkling. “The samurai sword. And they do pineapples too. It’s a whole samurai fruit salad.” Emma giggled and I laughed out loud. There was just something funny about a samurai fruit salad.

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.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

“They can't see us except you Paul. If you want, you can make us visible to the world.” “How?” Paul whisper quitely. “With your sword.” The ten said together. Paul nodded his head in understanding and remove his sword from its sheath. “You think you can kill my Samurai's with that sword of yours? Listen, they have been trained....” “If you had been listening to what Master Sari (Paul's old Samurai teacher name) has been teaching us, maybe you might know what kind of sword I am holding, but no, your brains were filled with Philly thoughts.” Paul interrupted him.

He nodded and started to move, crossing his right foot over his left. I mimicked as best I could. "The long sword is for enemies at a distance. The shorter for when the enemy gets inside." He parried, maneuvering the blades as he battled an invisible foe. "Like this." I tried to follow but ended up tangling my hands together. "Very good." I laughed. "Really?" Professor Pops smiled and turned to put his weapons away. "Samurai believed the katana held their soul and would only use them as a last resort. They would use the bow and arrow first, then a spear and, finally, if they had to, their swords."

The commentator's voice was soon heard as he professionally introduced the two fighters. "In one corner of the ring stood Yuka "The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat.

She went over to her case and picked up another longer dagger and went back to Kimmie who tried to wiggle away. “Now in Japan there is a technique that samurais used. This is called seppuku. So, when a samurai caused a great dishonor to his family he was expected to kill himself. And the way they did it was they took their short sword- called a wakizashi and they would stab themselves in the gut.” She pierced Kimmie’s stomach only enough to draw blood. “And they would drag it across all the way...” She slashed her stomach as she spoke. “This caused all of their intestines and organs to spill onto the ground. Obviously they cut way deeper than this but we don’t want our toy to leave us so soo