Sashimi Knife Manhwa Novels & Stories

Joonjae's eyes widened in shock. Shujin's mouth was covered in red blood while her hands held a half eaten rabbit with its insides ripped out. Upon seeing Joonjae, the woman let out a wheezing laughter and violently bit into the dead animal's stomach, tearing it out with her teeth. "Hwang Joonjae," she giggled, her teeth stained with red blood and limbs. "We meet again."

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.

The hand holding the knife slowly lifted it from the man's stomach, the thick knife was dyed completely red from blood, the sounds of blood rapidly coming out of the man could be held in the silent room, sounding so much like the sound a small Creek makes in the middle of the woods. Yoshiki who was holding the knife slowly moved it towards the man's throat and slowly moved to the very middle of the man's throat, as the man whimpered in pain, and from the slowly approaching knife, the knife was placed on area right above the place throat meets the chest and it sank in slowly. The knife was put in one-third of the way and left there.

"How can you turn your back to me?" "I can and will," Sasaki said without emotions. "You won't live that long!" Daido rushed, with his sword drawn, at Sasaki. Sasaki turned. Daido flies, and falls face first into the mud. He quickly got up, lunges at Sasaki. Sasaki went under; his long sword was already drawn. With one swift movement, he cuts. The man, moves two steps forward, looks down at his gut. A stream of blood burst through his clothes, mixing with the muddy water underneath his feet. He falls like a sack. Sasaki turns with a smile on his face. He takes a few steps, stops and returns to Daido.

Tears streamed down her pale face, her eyes filled with pain and betrayal as they locked onto Shama’s. "Why?" the girl whispered, her voice barely audible. Shama’s breath hitched. Her mind swirled with confusion. "W-What...?" she stammered, her voice shaky. Her gaze drifted downward—and that’s when she saw it. A knife was buried deep in the girl’s stomach, and the handle was gripped tightly in Shama’s hand. A wave of horror crashed over her. "No… no, I didn’t…" she whispered, her hand trembling as she released the knife.

Tsunade snickered like that was what she was waiting for, she stretched her head sideways and took out a knife from the sleeve of her gown, slowly then up closer to her mouth and whispered a spell on it. The knife also later blazed red like the moon up in the sky, Kazuma was down there glaring at what was going on, following each her move with his sight when suddenly she hoisted the knife up clasping it with two hands and pointed it beneath, at Kazuma's chest before driving it inside him deeper into his flesh.

When the students saw that, they worried: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were using a knife." Sharmaine laughed, she quickly took out a bandage and bandaged the wound: "It's okay, I'm fine." Maki one side immediately turned to look at Sharmaine, this seductive blood smell is not all human, Maki has tried countless types of blood but the scent of Sharmaine's blood certainly made Mark Mohini unable to refuse. Sharmaine looks like Pandora but has someone else's smile. Mark Mohini hated her but softened his heart because of Sharmaine's beautiful eyes.

A tall man was walking towards me, his tread steady and purposeful. He was wearing a black hoodie zipped all the way to his chin. The hood was pulled low over his eyes and I couldn't see his face. My eyes caught a glint of something in his right hand. A knife. He was holding a knife with a jagged edge. My eyes widened when the man was not walking anymore. He's running fast. His heels thundering over the ground. The knife out in front of him, headed for me. The next instant, Jeonghan was in front of me, his back pressed against mine. Blocking me, protecting me.

However, none of the hundreds of people were Yang Xiao's match. If you touched it, you would die! If he touched it, he would be injured! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! A warrior's knife turned into an illusion in Yang Xiao's hand, like a cabbage being cut into pieces. The scene was too bloody to be described in words. Swoosh— One of them was cut in half by Yang Xiao. Swoosh— Another one fell, and the man and the man were divided into two halves.

I flinch, exhaling all the air from my lungs as I realise what I'm looking at. Reaching for my side, I slide my knife from it's place tucked against my thigh, drawing it fast enough that it catches him off guard. A feral part of me doesn't hesitate, slashing the arm of the man as he jumps away from me, tearing through his jacket sleeve and into the skin below. When I draw my knife back, it's slick with pastel blue blood, the sight dizzying. "Summoner freak," I growl, backing away from him as he holds his arm, gripping the wound tightly. I'm not sure what has shaken me the most...the fact that I just cut this man, or that for a split second, I believed I was cutting Zavian.