Toji Weapons Novels & Stories

Three – no one with super-killer skills appeared to know what to make of a tomahawk, much less two. Miyako put me in hold after hold. She had use of her hands and feet. I countered that by having a sharp spike on the back of my axes, so I could threaten to slice into her hands, or feet, every time she tried to lock anything in. Then the toys came out. She threw another spike at me – and missed. She put it in a car door. I was about to show her what a thrown tomahawk could do when...

Because she had seen these creatures in their natural state, she easily guessed what each weapon was as she lifted them. The table featured reinforced, heavy metal muzzle spikes, possibly to help maximize the damage when biting into thick monster hides. There were also jaw extenders, claw and limb enhancements like brass knuckles and spiked elbow and knee guards, darts, spears, weighted tail collars that Thora imagined could turn a simple tail-whip into a devastating strike. She moved along, skimming her hands over everything. She couldn’t help but be astounded. “What the hell are you doing in here?” Came an angry, booming voice.

He was at a loss as to how he could comfort his friend. “Tyr, for you people who practice martial arts, isn’t a weapon that takes advantage of the situation very important?” Isaiah’s sudden question had Tyr freezing as he nodded robotically. “That’s right. It’s like giving wings to a tiger. Weapons are naturally more lethal than bare fists. “But the more powerful the expert, the higher the requirements for weapons. The truly strong ones would either be equipped with a weapon that they’ve carried around for years, or be making use of their fists if they’ve yet to find one.”

I bit down at my lips, blood staining my tongue. “Fight, you hopeless romantic!” I gathered up the last ounce of strength, and stood to my feet, gritting my teeth in boiled rage. “Fuck off!” I screamed in between sealed teeth finally touching my shuriken; a star shaped steel dipped in poison to slow down the victim. “Bastard!” I threw it at him and it pierced his arm and got stuck to his skin… close to his heart. Ash screamed and fell to the floor. This was my only chance and I ran towards the door and slipped in.

He should take this slow and steady. “Let’s see those weapons you were talking about.” Salj stared at the door where Yuki just left through for a few seconds. Then he sighed and went to the closet. He took out several things, a claymore, a bow, a sword, and a staff which he gently placed on the table. The weapons were all completely black with wooden texture and appearance, except for the handles and guards. The weapons all had a series of exactly 10 runic writings engraved on them.

David excuse himself and went to the room he had occupied when Paul had brought him here, while Eric also excuse himself and entered Paul's room. He went to the wardrobe and open it. No clothes were in it, only weapons. He first saw his weapons, sword and his Shuriken (Ninja Star), he also saw other weapons Paul had talked about, but he wasn't interested in them, he was about to close the wardrobe when his eyes caught something at the far end of the wardrobe. A chigiriki weapon. The weapon is a hollow iron cane that has an iron weight attached to a chain hidden inside mainly used by Samurai's.

Zachary kept glaring at their tensed faces as they both talked with each other through their eyes. Orkus took a deep breath before he started speaking, “Elijah hated Binnazun to his guts. Even when he had everything, he couldn’t stop scheming his death. On his death bed, he cursed Binnazun that his clan would be wiped off by his great-great-grandson. To accomplish this mission, he gave a holy totem to his family which was his mighty silver swords. Those swords had invincible powers, Zachary. They were the jewels that Elijah secretly stole the time Hell and Heaven were parted by the Almighty. He very cleverly hid the most powerful weapons which include Ragnarok- the Silver Sabre, Venomshark-

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)

My name is Towa. Towa wears an attire that seems like a sailor uniform one piece at Japan but with a bit of modification here and there along with a blue shoe and black sock. She also wears a blue beret and a black ribbon on her head and. She has short light brown hair that reaches her neck and green eyes. She also carries a brown backpack at her back. (AN: https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Towa?file=Towa-portrait.png her image in case you're wondering) Issei - ...Issei Hyoudou.

The man studied him for a moment before nodding. "Follow me." Inside the warehouse, rows upon rows of wooden crates were stacked high, each one loaded with lethal merchandise—AK-47s, M16s, even traditional katanas smuggled straight from Japan. At the far end of the room, a man in a black suit sat, smoking a thick cigar. Without looking up, he muttered, "Who the fuck are you?" Renjiro stepped forward, his expression calm, his posture unwavering. "I want to buy weapons." The man let out a dry chuckle.