Sengoku Basara: Samurai Heroes Novels & Stories

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

She was now in her own world, a world where spring existed forever, where she was surrounded by cherry blossoms and the pale petals rained down on her. Then it happened. In the distance, in her mind’s eye, she conjured up seven samurais. They were standing right there before her, dressed in the Japanese traditional clothing, and at their sides, they held katanas, ready to fight for their loved ones. As she walked closer to them, she noticed two very distinct samurais. Both were very handsome, tall, and muscularly built. One had blond hair and blue eyes, the other sinful black hair and mauve-gray eyes. They were both staring at her, their eyes intent on her. Sakura felt her heart jolt within

Daniel and Dario try shooting at him but it's not fucking useful and right now I'm too focused on trying to not die than to tell them. These Samurai range from ones that wear tameshi gusoku and ones that wear a kimono and the one I'm fighting is in armor. Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

The car door opened, and Ash alighted with the experts from Zuken Group and engaged in a violent gunfight against the bounty hunters of Yamafuji Sai. The battle lasted several minutes. When both parties ran out of bullets, they threw away the firearms in their hands and withdrew their melee weapons. “Brothers, Yamafuji Sai will face its demise today. Kill them all for me.” Ash had put on his custom-made combat uniform—the standard Japanese samurai attire, clogs, with three combat-ready swords hanging from his waist. Santoryu was Ash’s unique battle technique where he wielded three katanas at once. Next to Ash stood a brawny and hostile man. He fired the rocket.

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.