Straight Blade Katana Novels & Stories

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

“Why should I answer that? I don’t want to—” Yuto’s lips snapped shut and his eyes widened in horror as, suddenly, a blade appeared near his neck. He hadn’t even seen the man make a move. It wasn't as long as a katana, but it was still longer than a normal knife. It resembled a miniature katana. Yuto could see the gleam of the blade, confirming that it was indeed real. “I hope you can answer clearly. What kind of deal did you make with Kuryugumi?” Yuto glanced at the man. His voice and expression remained friendly, but the blade was more than enough to signal the threat behind his question. The issue was that Yuto didn't know the answer.

“I want to see what you can do. Don’t worry about my warriors. I told them to go easy on you.” That statement somehow made Clayton feel insulted, but he only remained silent and reached for a blade nearest him. He picked up a thin, crossed-guard blade that is large enough for him and has a perfect weight balance. The way the weapon has been wielded just shows that this could not be easily handled by a warrior in training. An experienced and seasoned one needs to be the one handling this kind, with its razor-sharp point that will make your enemies body be filled with holes for its deadly speed and precision.

Considerably more than himself. "W... what can I do you for, Father?" the words rumbled out of the older man. Valerik reached behind him to the back of his black cassock, now faded to brown from the torment of the weather it had come to experience over the years. He found the opening with practiced ease. He drew from it a blade as wide as his palm and the length of his hand if placed thrice upon itself from tip to wrist. The blade had a certain curve to it like a scimitar's, but its curve was less pronounced. Where the thickness of a scimitar's blade was thin, it's blade was slightly thicker but its edge no less sharp.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Andrew added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialised of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana; this is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. Jezz, the man was in love with his sword, she watched him hold the sword with precise thrust and swing in perfect fast motion. Oh! Those arms! And how on earth was she going to concentrate when the man was half-naked? His shoulders and chest were sweating, and those abs! Holy mackerel. Who could have concentrated on that? Any daughter of Eve would be drooling.

She just shakes her head at him and he lets her move to me. “This blade is a very special blade. It will do the job.” She hands me the Katana. I step back, my hands on the handle and the sheath. The sheath is black and purple with a dragon that wraps around the full length of it. Its mouth open facing the handle of the sword. I remove the sword and hand the sheath to her. I hold the sword up, looking at the steel. The blade is clean and sharp, it glistens under the light. I walk to Gianni. I stand at his side. I raise the sword in my hands, turning my body, adjusting my feet.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

The other two quickly dodged to the sides, wielding swords, ready to attack Charlie from the left and right! Japanese katana and ninjato were commonly known to be refined by top craftsmen in the country with top-quality steel. Their blades were so sharp that they could slice the floating hair! With four people attacking him together, Charlie would be slashed at from all directions at once if he could not withstand their attacks and defend himself! The four ninjas came with a murderous intention, and they were determined to accomplish their mission! As Nanako looked at the four dashes of cold lights shining from the sharp ninja swords, she shouted in fear, “Charlie-san, watch out!”

(Prince Kaneda Crystal) He was delighted by it and bowed his head slightly in grateful. Which I noticed that his custom were akin to a Japanese custom, I also noticed that the swords hanging on his waist were a Katana , but instead of a curved Katana, it was straight, but the resemblance of the design were uncanny. “Are you a samurai, Prince Kaneda?..”. I asked. But for some reason the questioned made Prince Kaneda stunned, like he was struck by a lightning. After seconds passed, his gaze become gentler and respectful to me.