Uchiha Katana Novels & Stories

She took out her leather half-finger gloves and leather black flat boots to complete her dressing. She got dressed before going back to her closet and opening the compartment behind it to reveal a long black-headed samurai sword. Something she acquired from the last target she took out in her last hunt. The guy had been some Japanese mafia who was into swords, luckily for Katya, she was versed in the art of. swordfight among other things which made her good at what she does. Killing.

Can’t use a naked blade just in case someone approaches me. During my weapons training with Alina, I found I liked using the guns, but my favourite was the Katana. She told me it was her favourite too, and she also told me about her reasons for it. She was trained by master Tadashi in Tokyo when she was a girl. His son Hamada is now the boss of the Yazuka.

“Charms are her specialty. Unfortunately, the maker is one of the few stuck in Kyushu.” Cai Kang looked around. Ryosuke is wearing modern hiking gear and a large pack buckled up. Fukuna is wearing hiking gear too and is dressed for the winter. She even brought a bo staff with her. Kazuha doesn't wear typical hiking clothing he has seen as it is all black and the collar goes up to her chin and a black mask. What caught his eye was the katana by her side. It is a beautiful black lacquered katana sheath and handles. It is decorated with silver feathers on it. Even the handguard has silver designs shaped like wings. It wasn't just Cai Kang but everyone is staring at it. "Is that yours?"

The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the subsequent screams puts Tsuki off, but he quickly steels himself, getting out from his chair as he watches the doctor writhe on the floor in pain, clutching at his missing arm. Tsuki takes a deep breath crossing over to the door of the room their in and lowers himself, blade at his side, ready to slice through muscle fibers and tendons. Tsuki shifts his free hand over to the gun on his head, gripping it and pulling the hammer back. The door is kicked open, flying into the wall and causing a dent in it. Two men sprint through the door, guns in hand, fully expecting that whoever they were looking for would be right in front of them - O

Adrian burst into ripples of laughter as he kept the iron stamp aside and picked up a Japanese Katana, his favorite toy of all time. He unleashed it and trailed his fingers on the edge of the blade which was extremely sharp and his lips curled into a smile…. “This is one of the best Katana in Japan and as you can see it's extremely sharp… You either give me what I want, else I'm gonna slice off your manhood with just one slice…” Adrian calmly spoke without sparing him a glance…

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

“Capo, everything’s set. Don Russo and his family are waiting.” My blood ignited, a match struck in dry tinder. Five years of waiting, planning, sharpening the blade. I strode to my room, showered in under five minutes—scalding water sluicing away sweat and sex. Black suit, no tie, holster snug against my ribs. The Katana lay in its lacquered sheath on the dresser, dragon-etched hilt gleaming. Isabella’s blade. The very one Russo gifted her. The one she’d used to save his daughter. The one I’d use to end him. Matteo drove, the SUV devouring midnight miles. City light bled into darkness then the gated estate loomed—the walls breached, guards zip-tied, and gagged in the shadows. My men moved l

Tsunade snickered like that was what she was waiting for, she stretched her head sideways and took out a knife from the sleeve of her gown, slowly then up closer to her mouth and whispered a spell on it. The knife also later blazed red like the moon up in the sky, Kazuma was down there glaring at what was going on, following each her move with his sight when suddenly she hoisted the knife up clasping it with two hands and pointed it beneath, at Kazuma's chest before driving it inside him deeper into his flesh.

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

I entered my father's library and walked to a shelf full of books. I never thought that I would ever use this weapon again. I moved a book and the Shelf turned inward and revealed the hidden wall of my inheritance. It was my out family heirloom. It hung majestically on the polished mahogany wood. It was an ancient Katana forged by a nameless legendary blacksmith in feudal Japan. It had been a gift from my father's Yakuza friend during his time in Japan. He had used the sword as a symbol to mark the era of the Sisyphus Mafia.