Yatsufusa Sword Novels & Stories

Rufus let out a cold laugh as he looked at Fane like he was looking at an idiot. He stepped forward and pulled out his weapon from his storage space as well. Just like Fane, he used a sword. Only, his sword was silver, and it glowed lightly with the light of the stars, like the milky way. "It's been so many years, I've never seen someone look for death quite like you. If you want to die so badly, I'll fulfill your wish!"

On the other hand, the green-clothed lady was somewhat unconcerned. Among all the childes, she had always been most optimistic about Young Master Yuan's ability. As the two landed, the things around the hall were quickly removed, and the two sides suddenly became empty. Young Master Yuan's clothes were tied to his waist, and the fan was on his chest. At this time, the servant handed him two long swords. The green sword body was extraordinary at first glance. Glancing at Samuel, Young Master Yuan chuckled disdainfully and then said coldly, "Don't say that I bullied you. This is a steel sword made of cold iron. It's extremely sharp. One for me, one for you."

Harvey slowly pulled out the sword that Yona Lynch presented to him in the middle of his speech. Along with the sound of a loud clang, the Island Nation longsword that looked like the Muramasa was then split in half when Harvey swung his sword. Red liquid with a foul smell seeped out from the sword’s wooden hilt. Harvey grabbed a torch and threw it right at the Muramasa. Dark smoke started swirling everywhere at the next moment. At the same time, a wooden badge suddenly shattered into pieces inside a shrine on top of Mount Fuji from the Island Nations.

he replied nonchalantly. “Her incarnation? What?” Estelle was caught off-guard with how he referred to Shuten-douji. “Yeah. Some incarnations of myths can vary that much,” Q laughed. His knees trembled slightly as he took a sword stance. Left foot forward, right foot back. His body facing the right. Both hands gripped the hilt of [Kotetsu]. His right wrist crossed over his left. His arms raised up to his eye level. The tip of the blade pointed at the gourd from afar.

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.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

“Looks like I’ll have to look for a new way to train!” Zephyr sighed. He put out his right arm, “Come!” With that, a white light flashed across the sky, then landed in Zephyr’s hand. His sword filled with Focus, and vibrated in his hand. He gripped it tightly before he sent an arcing slash towards the waterfall. “Seven Slash – Fifth Slash!”