Uchiha Katana Novels & Stories

Then, he followed up closely with a thrust of his katana. It was the katana, Shiketsu!

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

“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?"

“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.

growled one of the samurai. “W-we really have no idea where he is, Mr. Chiba…! He hasn’t returned in two months, and we haven’t been able to reach him at all…! We aren’t even sure if he’s still alive…!” wailed one of the terrified women. “It seems that I won’t get the truth till blood is involved!” roared Mr. Chiba as he slashed his katana toward the woman’s neck…! However, before the blade could slice through, a flash bolted past Mr. Chiba’s eyes… and the next thing he knew, his perlicue was bleeding and his katana had been flung out of his grasp!

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.