Straight Blade Katana Novels & Stories

They were walking back to the castle when a shiny blade caught Kate’s eye. “Susanna, look at those,” Kate whispered, gesturing toward the blades. The proprietor stood to the side of the table. Hearing the girls talking, he stepped forward and held a blade out for them to inspect. “This one is pure silver, the handle made out of oak wood, solid and firm,” he said, holding the knife out toward Kate to inspect. Kate took the blade and looked it over. “Do you have any holsters? Something to hide under our clothing so we can carry the blade with us?” Susanna asked, gesturing toward his table.

It was almost the exact replica of Sinandaya’s weaponry room in every district. Hung up the ceiling were arrow canisters filled with, of course, the shafts. Arranged abreast the walls were blades of several different sizes. From daggers to swords, and axes to rapiers. Stocked surrounding the closed windows were spears, lancets, and halberds. I wouldn’t deny, but this place is somewhat… amusing than what’s in Sinandaya. My legs started moving and grabbed enough things it could get. And the minute my eyes nailed on the far corner left of the area, there was no second wasted as I swiftly approached the stand. Exquisite… the color and every detail on every part were what I call fantastic.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Even the leaf-shaped short blade was too heavy for her so we ended up screwing around instead. I picked up two Iron Age style axes. The blades were more of a thick wedge than the broad axe heads of medieval fame. They were less effective in delivering damage, compensating somewhat in their reduced weight. I've convinced a Jewish girl to have sex in a synagogue despite me not being Jewish yet this child was twirling me around her pinkie finger.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

Listen carefully! 1. Sakabato ( Rurouni Kenshin ) Sakabato aka the Reverse Eyes Sword is the last sword forged directly by the famous swordsman, Arai Shakku. Unlike the swords that he had created before, designed as tools to take life, Sakabato has a design that deviates from the existing standard. This sword has a sharp part located on the back of the sword so it would not be suitable to be called a killer sword. Instead, Sakabato was asked to be a sacred heirloom to honor the peace brought by the Meiji Era.

The blue jade he possessed was more of clan heirloom, for his mother that anyone of the Han Clan would have something that was made of it. X’s father once told to him, that the blade was made for his grandfather when he was old age. Thus the blade not not a sword, but more of machete than anything else. It was made so to reduce its weight, but its weaknesses could be straightened with supreme technique. The blade was almost rectangular, if it were not for the slight curvature. The spine of the blade was a little thicker than a wasabi pea. Even though the spine was so thick, the edge of the blade would rival the finest fibers. It had the ability to split hair in half, even a single fiber of s

To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating. I pull the blade from its scabbard and run my thumb against the blade, testing its sharpness by the amount of pressure I feel against the pad of my thumb. If I were a sanguidae – or almost any other being for that matter – the blade would have sliced right through my flesh. We put great time and effort into perfecting and maintaining the weapons we use, and this one is no exception. Once satisfied, I place it back into the scabbard and strap it to my back. “You always choose a katana, no matter what being we fight. I should have known you’d choose it again,” she says playf

All he could do now was sit and wait for Kirou to finish the assembly. Like that, another ten minutes passed. When Kirou's hands finally stopped moving, assembled on the table were two unique shaped bladed weapons. If any martial art fanatic from the real world was present, they would recognize that the assembled weapons looked similar to single bladed tonfas. The difference was that barrel holding the blades was a bit wider and more reinforced.

A flash in the light captured Alina's attention, and when she turned her head slightly, she saw a she-wolf wielding sharp blades, using the sun to blind her opponents as the knives disoriented anyone close enough to her. "That's Katana," Kane whispered, "My sister." Katana was beautifully evil with her twin blades, showing more skill than most of the royal army combined. She moved with the grace of an erotic dancer, weaving in and out of the men, waving her long braided hair like Medusas snakes as she put them all on their arses one by one. As Katana came to a standstill beside Kane and Alina, it felt like the townsfolk were holding their breath so as not to draw her attention.