Sashimi Knife Manhwa Novels & Stories

It had been long since I felt this way, the rush of blood in my veins, it has been ages since I wanted to slash through something this much, I felt alive in a while knowing that I would have blood tainting my hand soon. One of the men tied against the chair let out a grunt as he tried to say something, and I tsked. “ Was the food you ate not enough? Do you want more? Which is your plate?” I could see the dishes laid on top of the battered tables, ranging from salted caramel sauce, to noodles and even sushi. I couldn't help the mockery that ran up my guts. Some expensive craving that one has got. “ Did he give you so little?” I held the knife, holding the sharp edge against my finger as I ran

The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!" I pouted, It's not my fault this host chose such a scythe! She could choose garden scissors yet choose this! I flipped my hair like nothing happened, "Huh, you must be scared so badly you started laughing like a maniac~ I can't help it if you're a baby~" "Eh?" ... "I just want to accumulate soul points but those souls I encountered keep laughing at my scythe! Laugh now because later you'll cry on my amazing scythe!" --- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master

"Ma'am....., Shanzy was cut off, as Simone showed her one index finger on her lip, slowing the speed of the cycle. Attentive as ever, she concentrated on her backside, as she stepped out of the cycle; her eyes wild as ever, while she inched closer to the small table kept on her right. Shane stared behind her back already suspecting some male while Shanzy stared back at him with a frown. Her eyes transfixed at Simone, and before she knew it, Simone who had already gathered the knife from the fruit basket, turned around furiously, throwing the right shot at the man who was hiding behind the long branches of the tree.

"Maybe this would help you learn how to answer when you're being asked, Luna." Shin picked up a machete from the table beside him. He let his tongue lick it from the edge to its whole length before he positioned it above Nero's left arm, precisely in his wrist. Without taking a second to ask me again, he sliced Nero's arm like it was a piece of cake. Nero bit his lower lip in an attempt to hold back the pain from it as his blood continuously dripped from the slashed part of his arm. The corner of his eyes turned slightly red, and it was the same case for his forehead, which kind of looked like it would randomly explode.

She gripped the knife handle tightly and, with all her strength, stabbed at the core of the light dust—the faint light spot that symbolized the last trace of life's crystallization! The blade tore through the air, carrying a lethal cold light! At that critical moment! A large hand with prominent bones but covered in blue veins, with an unyielding determination, suddenly shot out from the side, precisely and firmly grasping the sharp blade! "Puchi !" The sharp blade instantly cut through the flesh, deep enough to see the bone! Hot blood gushed out like broken red beads, frantically flowing into the simulation liquid in the cultivation chamber, spreading into dazzling blood flowers, and splash

"I'll go first. Cover me." "You sure you up for it?" Jacky raised his eyes and asked. Santiago smiled back at him before walking up to the man. The man smirked, "You are my opponent?" Santiago said nothing as he walked up to the man. The man took a step back before throwing the spiral knife in his hand. Santiago managed to dodge it and continued walking towards him. There was only a handful of people in this world who could use the spiral knife. This strangest feature of this knife was its boomerang-like fashion of being able to return to the thrower after being thrown.

He is totally determined to prove to the entire MoonNet Circle that his paws are way more outstanding and elegant than mine. He slams the dead fish onto the wooden board and starts slicing the meat, but his knife skills are completely terrible. The slices come out super uneven—some are thick like logs and others are thin like paper. As his clumsy hand nears the tail end, his blade slips on the wet scales, and the sharp steel cuts straight into his index finger.

She swung the scaling knife, catching the sleeve of his linen shirt, drawing a thin line of red across his forearm. Jinyan looked at the blood. He didn't hiss in pain. He looked at it with a strange, detached curiosity. "The Panni frequency," Jinyan whispered. "Even without your memory, you try to harmonize the violence. It won't work this time, Panni. My mind is a closed circuit." "Then let me break it!" Panni roared. She threw the knife. It wasn't meant to kill him; it was a distraction. As Jinyan swatted the blade aside with his staff, Panni lunged at him, tackling him into the shallow, murky water of the rising tide.

They tried to flee when Zen invaded their territory. Shing! The dagger sailed through the darkness and ripped through the silky veil, making the samurai hat variant mushroom fall onto the ground. Without their fragile veils, these mushrooms were sitting ducks. Their tiny teeth wouldn’t even harm Zen with Mandy’s Melody. “Sorry,” Zen apologised to the helpless samurai mushroom and stabbed it squarely in the thorax.

Even Chaerin bent down to help Shima. “Shima!” Chaerin shouted in the middle of the crazy sword fights. There were bloods pooling not just from Shima’s fresh wounds but from the men fighting over something she had no idea with. “I am fine, Chae.” Shima assured her both friend who were about to cry seeing the wound in her shoulder. “ Get me some hagoy, Dee.” Alminah looked around and spotted the weed in one of the shop, she picked some and drop three silver as payment although the owner was very occupied with the fight just infront of the store.