Straight Blade Katana Novels & Stories

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me. Next, my dagger. It was shorter and sleeker than the sword, designed for close combat. The blade was curved slightly, its edge razor-sharp. The handle, crafted from bone and reinforced with steel, fit perfectly in my grip. On the far side of the rack hung my bow. Its limbs were made from dark wood, reinforced with silver inlays that shimmered like moonlight. The bowstring was taut and sturdy, capable of unleashing arrows with deadly precision. Quivers of arrows, each fletched with black feathers, stood ready beside it.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

But father had a fondness for old-fashioned swords and staffs, and he had amassed quite a nice collection of blades, daggers, and knives. Out of idle curiosity, I walked to the display and pulled the long swords off the wall. I wasn't prepared for the weight of the blade and nearly chopped off my toes as it dropped off on the floor and put a large sized cut in the rubber mat. Even with my wolf strength, it would take a strong muscular man to wield that monstrosity with effectiveness. I struggled to put it back in its place and checked out other options. My eyes fell on the saber, an asian sword curved, single-edged blade designed for slashing. I lifted it off, more carefully this time, and t

I didn't need to look at other words because I knew them the instant I held them. Henry watched with interest. He, too, loved the second sword. It wasn't very wide, had a double-edged blade, and no accessories were attached to the hilt. It resembled a katana, but it was double-edged. "Can we get two of these?" I inquired. As he walked back inside, the merchant smiled and rubbed his hands. Because these swords were mass-produced, they should be relatively common. What would make it unique is if you refined it and turned it into an artefact.