Sasuke Katana Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

He is already gearing up with his bow behind his back of his body. Asher lifts up his eyebrow a bit. "What do you want?" Zayne throws a black katana which is Athena's favourite weapon. "Take this with you," Catch the katana, he looks on the black cover. It was carved with a unique design on it and it also had a red scarf tied on the handle. This katana is also a bit heavier than Athena used to use before. "This is her favourite katana. This metal is made of the finest quality. She really loves this katana. Do give her this if she can fight along with you." Zayne says before he leaves him and wants to go back to his room.

I huffed and walked two spaces away. A glint caught my eye, high on the far wall hung a single sword no one had touched… sleek, curved blade, Japanese in style, deadly elegant. I crossed to it and picked it up letting my fingers glide on the blades sharp edge, it sliced through my skin drawing blood. I gasped, eyes widening in shock at its sharpness as I sucked the blood off my finger.“Majestic isn’t it? the katana” Smith strolled to stand beside me“Is that what it’s called?” I pulled my finger out of my mouth not really paying attention to him and just like I expected, the skin had knitted back together. I healed faster than a normal wolf. Always had.

That was all it took. That was how it began. “With respect, Your Majesty,” Cassian said, his tone even, “different does not mean safe.” Vaelreth’s gaze shifted then—finally landing on Cassian. Sharp. Cold. “Do you believe I require a lecture on safety?” “No,” Cassian replied calmly. “I believe you require a reminder.” A flicker of irritation crossed Vaelreth’s face. Brief. But real. Cassian pressed on. “He is a weapon,” Cassian said. “And weapons are not meant to be… admired.”

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

He shouldn't bear the burden of dealing with my adversaries. As he stepped out of the compact room to fetch drinks, I surveyed my environment, keenly observing every detail. Firstly, the architectural style and the preference for wooden walls and paper lamps hinted that we were still in the East. Secondly, the air carried a distinctive scent that confirmed my suspicion. In the room, stacks of papers were neatly arranged, and a collection of metal swords caught my eye, unmistakably katanas wielded by Samurai warriors. Intrigued, I leaned in and carefully lifted one of the swords from its place.

Flo stepped back at the appearance of the weapon. “There’s no mistake. That’s the Second Generation Politia. But why would a criminal like him have an Askar and Patrol special weapon?” “Hahaha…, are you surprised, huh? Wondering how I can get this weapon? Just so you know, I can get it from anywhere, I can even take it by force. And now…” The man swung the scythe and pointed it at Alisa and Floria. “I, Santana, will finish you off here, the water magical girl who dared to mess with us.”

It was confirmed that the man was a fake samurai. The man drew closer to Nana. There was already a traditional Japanese weapon 'SAI' in his hand. "With this I will punch a hole in your throat, Miss. Your papa told me not to kill you quickly. So, I will do it slowly. "First, I'll stab your throat with this 'Sai'. Then, I'll let your blood seep out. I'd be so happy to see you begging to get rid of you immediately. Hahaha... I can't wait to do it." The man spoke again. Once he was about to raise his 'sai' into the air, making Nana's body tremble violently.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

I begged with my tears already falling in fear. “I can't do that… You are more obedient that way,” he chuckled. He walked towards a wall and took one of the swords hanging there. He pulled the blade out of the scabbard and walked closer to me. “Do you like the sword?” he smirked pointing the tip if the blade my way, “This one was a present from Mr. Tsuchida. This katana is extremely sharp, I've never used it before, I think I will test it out on you…”