Sashimi Knife Manga Novels & Stories

A pretty girl with mid-back length golden-brown hair and a gentle smile appeared before Monica and Chihiro, however, on the waist of this girl, there was a katana. 'Is this restaurant going to be alright?'

The knife was not very big, hardly over four inches, but it was big enough that a steady stream of blood poured down my leg and pooling on the ground. A scuffle of feet gave away the owner of the knife as he scooted out from under a car and raced towards the building. Unfortunately, this caught the creature's attention and before I could do anything, it was leaping off the nearest car and tackling the man, taking him down in no time flat. It proceeded to pin him down and do whatever it was they did.

He was a scalpel in human form—sharp, cold, and often found somewhere inconvenient. He barely got two steps in before House Six greeted him the only way they knew how: chaotic, beautiful violence. Across the room, Samuel flicked a real knife toward Mika with a loose, almost lazy wrist. It spun three times mid-air, silver glint catching in the light from the corner lamp before it slapped into the oak wall, grazing the edge of her hair. Mika didn’t even blink. She was already mid-throw, wrist snapping fluidly as her own blade arced back toward him—sleek, clean, fast.

She said something quickly in Japanese and nodded at me. I shifted forward. "I don't eat raw fish, just saying." She raised a brow. "You'll eat whatever I order." So, okay. That was frightening. Another five minutes, and then a procession of dishes materialized as if an art gallery made of food: sashimi on shaved ice sculpted into the form of a swan, wagyu beef so tender that it nearly cried when the fork touched it, and a bowl of miso soup that smelled like it was made by monks in a cave. There was even a dessert in hiding. Something pink and suspiciously jiggly.

Sasagawa reached for my hand and adjusted my grip. “Like this. Push the blade straight down…” Just as the knife pierced the skin, he seemed to realize what he was doing. He released my hand at once and took a small step backward. A ghost of his touch lingered on the back of my hand. “Be careful not to use too much force,” he said. “The blade may slip. Move it slowly along the outline.” He had probably noticed that my ears were red. But for the moment, I had to concentrate on the knife.

He took my chopsticks in his right hand and guided me toward the salmon. “What?” I asked uneasily, caught between curiosity and embarrassment. In addition to the familiar faint smell of cigars, he now smelled faintly of the fish itself. “They would make a beautiful virgin lie naked on a table and put sashimi on top of the girl’s naked body,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending a strange heat rushing to my cheeks. “The guests would gather around the girl and eat sashimi while admiring her naked body. The sashimi not only has the freshness of the fish itself but also the taste of a virgin.”

Frade saw that I wasn't moving, so he placed a piece of salmon on a small plate in front of me. I stared at the salmon fillet. It was fresh from the salmon, and I could smell the raw taste of the fish on it. "You know, the Japanese have a way of eating sashimi." Frade came up behind me and held me in his arms. He took my chopsticks in his right hand and guided me to the salmon. "What?" I asked uneasily. In addition to the familiar faint smell of cigars, he smelled of sashimi now.

Takuto suddenly ran to the bathroom and retched into the toilet. In the restaurant, the waiter brought out a local specialty—kinmedai sashimi. “Legend has it,” Misaki had somehow appeared beside Takuto, “that the doomed lovers had this as their final meal.” Takuto froze, chopsticks suspended mid-air. Memories surged up like a tidal wave— “How extravagant… Eating kinmedai at a time like this,” Risa had said with a bitter smile. “Because you said you wanted to try it,” his younger self replied.

“Thank you for the hand, my dear, but I can scratch my own back.” Ever more calmly, Koumori-shishou brought the staff back in front of him and, with a fluid, nonchalant movement of his bare hand, brushed off the knives like they were icicles. The most likely explanation was that he had executed a Freezing Technique but he did it so fast that even Sasha failed to notice. All the three Slayers could see was the illusion of him dusting off Yuriko’s blades.

It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground. Both demons are slowly turning into black ashes as a sign of their complete death, not having a chance of revival. Sushi looked at me, he didn't seem to expect me to know how to use a sword. I didn't mention to them that I somehow knew something, not just the big swords.