Six Blades Jiu-jitsu Novels & Stories

Then they all heard a loud laugh outside as there was a loud explosion. “I’ve always wanted to fight stronger beings than myself!”, he said, as his scimitars appeared in his hands. His hands arched in a way that reminded Quinn of those dancers that stood behind each other, moving their hands in wavy nations, to give the illusion that the one in front had six hands, instead of one. A weird thought to have during battle, but there it was. He shook this head and looked at Shiva, who was being sized up by Zoi. All the eyes stopped firing and were looking directly at him. He gave no warning, when he jumped up at Zoi, his hands in offensive positions. One blast hit him, but he blocked with his bla

"He’s clueless. Can a pampered bloodline pet like you actually draw real blood when the pack war breaks out?" "Watch me," I growl. I tear my double-curved hunting blades from their back scabbards, the silver steel humming as I execute a blindingly fast three-point kata right in front of them. The air slices open, the precision of my strokes whistling through the empty weapons hall. I move with raw, deadly intent, my body fluid, every strike aimed at lethal arterial points.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

We continued like that for a while. Knives first. Then he switched to short practice blades closer to small swords. The weight difference was immediately obvious. “These are closer to what you’d carry in a real fight,” he explained. “Short swords are faster.” I tried a few movements. Nearly dropped the blade. Bastian caught it easily. “Relax,” he said. “I’m trying.” He studied me for a moment. “You know what your biggest problem is?” “What?” “You expect to fail.” The words surprised me.

Now he has to fight a stronger being while being handicapped to the only weapon that he has mastered, which just so happens to be his wires that he is currently facing issues with. Bladesmith got a kick out of seeing Kirou's expression but he had to play the part of a 'Senior' so he cleared his throat to get Kirou's attention as he spoke with a somewhat normal voice, "There you have it, lad. You'll have to pick one of the weapons you use or any weapon you can get your hands on, master the basics in dealing with stationary and moving targets, then move on to using said weapon in live combat. As long as you can win or make use of the weapon to escape the target, you'll be considered to have ma

Yet, there are little spikes across the perimeter of the shield, and he has drawn that when it is thrust forward the spikes fly out. “It is beautiful, King Harvey. A bit violent?” “I understand your concerns, Elena. The small blades are meant to take place of a sword, if you do not master both.” “Oh!” I brighten instantly. “A backup?” “Yes. You need balance. Of course, you will have your dagger. I would like for you to be as safe as humanly possible, Elena.” King Harvey replies seriously. “Do you think I could learn?” “Yes.” King Harvey smiles proudly. “Why would you not?”

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

"I'm always serious." I smacked him on the chest with the flat of my hand. It did nothing except hurt my hand. How could a teenager be so hard? I shook it out as I looked around. I was going to try and be smart this time. I walked to the first pedestal, keeping my distance in case I triggered it. I wasn't ready for this monster yet. The first pedestal held six blades. They were all different colors and sizes. They looked incomplete, none had handles or anything to hold on to.

Practiced with the blade until my arms burned. This morning I worked on the combination Rhea had taught me yesterday. A three strike sequence followed by a pivot and a reverse slash. It required speed and precision and perfect footwork. Yesterday I had stumbled on the pivot every single time. Today I landed it clean on the fourth try. I did it again. And again. Each repetition smoother than the last. My feet knew where to go. My hands knew when to turn. The blade moved like it was part of my arm instead of something I was holding.