Yatsufusa Sword Novels & Stories

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.

She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

To her luck (belustig and Sanchez pitch as Azrael thought), had his gut feeling warned him in time. He danced elegantly around the still lying on the ground Sanchez and formed his familiar katana - a sword, like the samurai always wore - out of HIM. A silent sigh of pleasure escaped him as he grabbed it with both hands and rammed the first attacker between the ribs. It cut through the protective vest he was wearing under his clothes and ran like butter into the tender human flesh. A beautiful gurgling scream rang out. How he'd missed that.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Then, it was reduced to ashes and dissipated. "What…" Yak, the RoJu brothers, Yik, and even Lady Violet were flabbergasted. None of them expected to encounter such a formidable opponent in this rural galaxy. They thought they were as powerful as gods here. They reckoned that the golden sword was a Supreme Technique. Even so, it should not be that powerful. Yak was a Grade 3 Chrysopoeia practitioner. That was his most powerful weapon. He would not have used it if he did not feel that it was needed.

The next moment, dust rose from the ground as they vanished from their previous positions. They reappeared next to Chad instantly, one sword thrusting forward and the other slashing backward at him. Clang! Following a metal clang, Bernard grabbed both sword blades with his hands. Blood flowed from his hands, but the two swords absorbed it before it could hit the ground. "These are demonic swords!" Bernard exclaimed, shocked. He clenched his teeth and flung the two away. Ayo steadied herself and proudly exclaimed, "Impressive eyesight. This is the Kato Family's demonic sword, Tatamo, passed down for 300 years!"

Rather my invisible double’s ears ‘received’ noise from the children who’d just returned from school and were now arguing with their nanny. Seconds later, he stood up and staggered to the security post, where he could stay under a shed and rest his back, before examining what he’d been offered. It took him several seconds to notice the strange sword in a white sheath, hanging on the second belt on his waist. He remembered my katana which was crafted in traditional Japanese technique, but this new one was different. On its handle, this new one had white and gold ‘X’ patterns, while the old one had black and purple ‘X’ patterns. He sat behind the security post and shivered at the inscription a