Samurai X Sojiro Novels & Stories

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

Soubi took pity on the poor boy and befriended him. The boy's name was Ringo Yamamoto and he came from a family of exorcists. He wears a traditional blue bottom hakama and is shorter than Soubi. The man had black hair and chubby cheeks despite being eighteen years of age and this was the first time Soubi thought a boy could be cute despite being the same age as him. Ringo was a clumsy boy who was shy and soft-spoken. The snow fox didn't think that his roommate would last very long in the school full of supernatural creatures. Many alphas were eyeing the human boy earlier and Soubi decided to step in when a vampire alpha came too close.

Xianliang noticed something and was horrified after getting a good look at him, noticing a very familiar crest. “Wearing that insignia proudly, huh. A Sagemaker. What is a member of that group doing here?” Xianliang said. Xianliang noticed a knife underneath his sleeve and Wencheng threw it at Kazuha. Ryosuke, who suddenly came out of nowhere then grabbed the knife with his bare hands. He turns his head towards her. “Shiratori-san, you okay?” “I’m fine. Thank you.” “Get out of the way or you’ll die.” The guy warns.

Almost at the same time, Xia Wei excitedly pulled the pangolin's arm and shouted. The pangolin was in so much pain that he couldn't care less. His entire face was full of smiles. Yes, it was Samuel! At this time, Samuel held a long black sword in his hand, and Sky-breaking Sword shot straight out. Behind him, he stood slightly in the air, looking heroic, like a Buddha.

"Your majesty, my brother Xavier" "Call me Sozai chosen one",King Sozai said with a smile, his blue eyes locked on Serena. "Then you must address me as Serena, Sozai",Serena said and returned the smile. Xavier looked at her in surprise, wondering how she and the king could converse so easily. Then Sozai turned to Xavier. "It is an honour to have your presence in my kingdom". "Thank you your majesty", Xavier said politely. "My sister and I are both grateful for your help. But we seek a place here....."

The two other ninjas immediately swung their swords down at him, but he had already rolled over and sprang to his feet, taking hold of the leader's sword in the process and arming himself. One of the ninjas looked at their leader wailing on the ground and then back at his sword in his hands. Rojan cocked his head at him, raising his brows. He had now evened the fight, using a sword against them, as befitting their samurai status. They charged at him, swinging their swords through the air, he defended himself, blocking and dodging. Soon enough, the third ninja he had swung against the pillar had recovered and returned, joining in the sword fight.

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

“You do know I don’t lose, right?” Xavier raised a brow. “We’ll see.” Three moves later—checkmate. Joy stared at the board, slack-jawed. “You suck.” “You say that like it’s new.” Samuel stepped in next with two longswords, tossing one with a flick of his wrist. It sailed toward Xavier. He caught it midair, the blade still humming. “Where the hell did you get these?” Xavier asked, examining the make. Samuel grinned, stretching. “Long story.”

He kills for fun and dips his meals in the blood of his victims. “Never better,” Iroshi replies, his eyes graze my body and I grimace. I really should not have come. Behind him, a beautiful woman clad in a kimono steps up. She has two samurai swords tied to her back in the shape of an ‘X’ and she takes her place next to Iroshi. “You have news of Sergio?” Kane asks. Around us, conversations come to a standstill. Kane may be feared by the people in our land but he is still a baby compared to Iroshi. The man was already a mafia king even before Kane was born.