Tetsutetsu X Kendo Novels & Stories

“Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo. “Jiro is almost as strong as his brother. He just needs time to practice more. Though I think he’s not around now. “If you are interested in the Refined Blade Slash, I’ll arrange for him to spar with you when he’s back.” Aiden changed into the uniform because he wanted to experience the famous Refined Blade Slash. He nodded and said, “I’ll leave it to you…” Bang! Before he could finish, a loud bang came from behind as the door was pushed open from the outside.

Swords clashing, legs kicking and arms moving in a ballet like dance. She is graceful and light on her feet. Whereas Tadashi is strong and ruthless. The perfect combination between the two of hard and soft, light and dark. Tadashi kicks Cass in the knee and she buckles, dropping down as he swings his sword towards her. I hold my breath.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

“The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!” Kaito said, “That is correct, it is I.” After seeing Tyson’s expression, Harvey then asked, “Tyson, what’s this guy’s business?” Tyson turned to Harvey, his face stern. “CEO York, this swordsman is listed as one of the Top Ten Talents of Kendo.” “He’s one of the best swordsmen of the younger generation in the Island Nations. When he went to open a Kendo Hall in Mordu, there were already more than ten people from the underworld that challenged him to a duel. All of them died.”

So desperate and pathetic. “Why do you think I invested in your small corporation? I thought you understood that. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret, Ryden. I have high hopes and plans for you and my daughter. Think again before you act. Use your brain and not your emotions.” I ran away before someone could see me. *** “Why do we have to use this stick?” Again, Ryden complained for the third time. “It’s called Kendo descended from Kenjutsu. You’re offending Ren.” I glared at him. “How will you go to a sword fight if you don’t know proper techniques, I can’t train with you if there’s a tendency of you cutting my head off.”

This was demonstrated by the Kendoka towards the students. The students are inside an enormous gym, divided in 3 columns for players who were about to play kendo, with basic or as for beginners. Kendo is a traditional Japanese martial Art, which descended from swordsmanship and uses bamboo swords that also called as ‘shinai’ and a protective armor that they called as ‘bogu’. The participants wear a traditional Japanese clothing navy blue in color; a jacket and hakama, a garment separated in the middle to form two wide trouser legs. Covered by the set of protectors, worn to protect the target areas on the head, arms and body. The head is protected by a stylish helmet with a metal grille to pr

She commented, embittered. Matthew thought that she was joking, but it seemed she was completely clueless. Probably she saw her brother and his team for the first time. “There is nothing wrong with it, Elen. I trained kendo for years.” Matthew confessed. “Really?” She was truly surprised, as he didn't look like somebody who liked that kind of masquerade. “Is it a fighting style indeed?” “Yes. Kendo is a martial arts sport that derives directly from the true martial arts, kenjutsu, which has been practiced in Japan since the 11th century.” He paused for a moment to make sure if he still had a listener.

Kiss careful—testing, tender. Then deeper—warm, real. Tails flare warm gold—wrapping loose around them both like blanket, foxfire healing lingering gentle on old aches. But mostly warmth. Safety. Home. They pull apart slow—foreheads touching, breaths mingling fast. Hearts racing loud in quiet room—wizard scholar monk and ketsune, both terrified and thrilled by new feeling. **Kayo (smiling soft, teasing gentle):** “Your heart’s going faster than during the boss fight, scholar.”

Patrick mumbles. “Oh, don’t worry. It is not foul at all.” The moment that I begin to smile, Patrick seems to have a crestfallen expression, like he is already regretting his decision. *** “What were you guys talking about?” Xander decides to ask the moment I return to my seat. “Nothing much. I just taught him some tricks that I did when I was practicing Kendo.” Xander’s head quickly turns in my direction. “You did not teach him something illegal, right?” For the record, Xander looked really afraid when he asked that question, which is starting to offend me terribly.

The Fairy Doctor saw his solemn expression, so she said, “Uncle Drake, there aren’t many experts in Japan, right? Is this Aoda Sasaki powerful? Why are you so afraid of it?” Uncle Drake said, “Don’t look down on Japan, especially since there are some powerful beings in those few shrines. And, this Aoda Sasaki has been a sword maniac since he was young. He only specializes in studying one thing in his entire life, that’s kendo! His kendo has reached the edge of the limit.”