Solo Leveling Knives Novels & Stories

The male doesn't even realize he's doing it, getting comfortable with us. Ransom finishes tightening the final bracket and steps back from the workbench. “There.” He wipes soot from his hands and motions me forward. “Come on. Let's see if these fit.” I move toward him looking at his work up close. The claw blades are impressive. Curved steel extensions designed to fit over a shifter's natural claws. I didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. The style will fit seamlessly into our style and fighting techniques making it each to incorporate our new advantage into what we already know.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.

I gasp at the beauty of it, gingerly taking it out of his hands. “Leonel… what is…?” “It’s a pocket knife,” he states quickly. “I’ve been having it specially made these past three days. The knife may be small, but it’s ten times sharper than the average knife. One swipe of it will kill a man.” I flip out the knife, and while I don’t test his claim, I can instantly tell that it’s true. The knife is long and thin, glimmering unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Wait…

She doesn't speak much, just one word. "System! Active blacksmith and making one Knife." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue Knife strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Knife Strength : 10 "Miss, is he crazy again or us? "We are!" "Try this knife." "Yes, Grandmaster!" Sika Nie kneels for the first time, even in front of the elder she doesn't like past culture. The weapon fit her body, very promising when combining with the skill.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

Ronan cheers, his tail practically wagging as Solomon and Keira nod their heads super fast. I march straight into the cooking den to slice the fresh catch. Ronan and Solomon jump up to clean the scales, but their large warrior paws are so clumsy they almost drop the fish on the stone floor. I just chuckle and shake my head, letting Keira wash the skin under the pump before my heavy iron blade slides through the meat with total precision. "Azel, your knife skills are completely incredible," Solomon gasps, his eyes turning huge as he watches the thin, perfect slices fall onto the wooden board.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Unaware of the chaos in the dungeon, Zen took his time soaking in the tub after teaching Joaquin and Elena how to maintain some of his kitchen tools. The knives were the only tools he didn’t allow them to touch. A chef’s knives were akin to their hands and lives. If he could, he would have a set of ceramic knives made instead, as they were more durable and didn’t need sharpening as much.