Shinobi War Novels & Stories

Sh was sure that, after that match, her name would be widely known so she wanted to hide at all cost her power and, most importantly, the nature of her element. Assea could be considered a simple puppet, just black in color. The Shadow steps spell was hard to distinguish from rank 0 movement spells of other elements. Her martial art was quite peculiar but, since her basic forms came from the Nails of the Kamaitachi art, she could be misjudged for a beast of the wind element. That's why she would rather take a fast win instead of protracting the fight. If Manuel did a mistake because of her mockery, she was confident that she could transform it into a winning blow.

those were the words that echoed in my head. Kai laid weak on the floor with Sophia's spear firmly close to his neck; she only let go when he surrendered, before standing up to raise her hand in victory, making the whole place noisy. A woman had just taken the position of Kai, a woman had just won the undefeatable Kai and that woman was my queen. No one could believe it, how in an instant when they thought she would lose, she rose up victorious, a technique not commonly used by just any fighters.

He faced the other living enemies and some of them had scars from Shin's punches and kicks and he grinned "What are you waiting for? Rush" - Shin teased and leaned the katana on his shoulder. Little by little, the enemies came to their senses and rushed at her at the same time, but instead of being afraid, Aphrodite just grinned and waited. "This will be fun" - Shin promised in his mind and then he signaled to the opponents to rush. When the enemies got close to Shin, she immediately crouched down and she swayed her katana in a circular motion slicing her enemies legs.

Just standing in the vicinity of something happening, which felt easier than standing alone in a room. I watched for a while. The forms were clean. Blood Moon trained hard and it showed, the warriors moved like people for whom their bodies were tools, sharp ones, kept in good order. I had spent years in this pack watching people like this from exactly this kind of distance. From a position of remove that said I know I am not part of this. I am just nearby. I did not mean to study the patterns. It happened anyway.

“How very Nyla of you to say so. That’s not good enough, though.” Nyla rolled onto her stomach, her arm almost brushing Eason’s. Into the grass, she murmured, “I don’t deserve to be selfish. I’ve – I’ve killed too many people. Even if they were the enemy.” Nyla was surprised to feel Eason’s hand grasp hers. “Nyla, war isn’t black and white. We were fighting a politician’s war we had no right to be in. You only did what you were told.” Caught off guard, Nyla turned her face to look at him. “What do you mean?”

But since Hikari was only trained to use Sword, Gun and knife he was not sure if Hikari can use them. Before they're going to fight, Sabu-sama tells them about the rule "Both of you are going to fight until one of you can't fight. You're free to do anything that you want as long as your opponent didn't surrender yet. So, let's start it." Hikari and Aniliast then begin their battle. When Hikari was fighting, Akaru got a message from the hackers that saying "Maybe it is just them who was there. We didn't detect anyone else there." When Akaru read that he was thinking that maybe he should believe in it. But maybe they were not using any device that can be detected by a radar Or they're turning

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

END OF THE SUCCESOR WAR ARC "We do not kill females, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding our

He almost could as his eyes adjusted and he saw the girl, now tailless without the moon. The dokkaebi let out a guttural growl and charged. The girl met the goblin head-on. It pushed her back, her feet digging divots in the ground. Jihoon never tore his eyes from the fight as he bent to scoop up Dubu’s limp form. She seemed too light in his arms, but he saw her small chest rise and fall with relief. Mere meters away a battle played out that Jihoon thought he’d only see in his video games. A dokkaebi versus a gumiho. A goblin versus a fox. The two were so evenly matched that any ground gained by one side was soon lost again.