Yoriichi Kny Novels & Stories

She has hated this about him, he always keeps her aside and does the fighting even now that she was way stronger than before. Yahiko tried landing a punch again on Kagami but it didn't work so he changed his style and focused his chi deeper. He took a stance with only one foot on the floor while the other was hanging mid-air. This time around it was Kagami that dashed towards him. The moment he came Yahiko gaze at him and stretched his palm bringing a punch, Kagami could only smile and doge swiftly not knowing that Yahiko's left hand was going to grab him. Luckily he fell into the trap and Yahiko bashed his face on the floor, raised him, and gave him a few punches before sending him flying t

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Porcelain hands, relentless, snapping another's wrist, tanto-drop, knee, gutting third windless. We fought synced lethal—his dominance blade my fury heel, bodies brushing mid-strike, sweat-slick, obsidian meeting hazel mid-bloodspray. Last rebel charged me knife-high; I sidestepped twist, palm-heel nose-shatter, Kenji's bokken finishing spine-crack. Dojo reeked slaughter, copper-thick, tatami slick crimson pools, our chests heaving thunder-sync, indigo hakamas spattered gore.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“Yohan…” As she cried out, one of the men fell to the ground, unconscious, struck from behind. Seeing the blood flowing from the man's head, the other three men swiftly turned around to face the person standing behind them, gripping an iron rod. Yohan Dixon stood there, his eyes filled with icy rage. The remaining three men hesitated momentarily, unsure of what to do next. However, Yohan wasted no time. He lunged forward and delivered a powerful kick to the closest man, sending him soaring across the room.

His blood dropped on the floor. “This is for kidnapping Eira,” she slashed his ribs, creating deep holes. His bones could be seen. The body of Vogar trembled. Blood spilled from his lips as he coughed hard. “For kidnapping my sister,” Sophia stabbed into his stomach, twisting her claws. Fuck! This was unbelievable. She was brutal. Vogar would have preferred to die in my hands. “Who is this lady again?” Anthony brought his face closer. “She is supposed to be a Princess. I guess she wears the wrong title.”

He intimidated me. Perhaps not a single one knows. His intimidation could easily stun everyone in fear— except Kuroyuki. “KICKING YOUR ASS. WHO SAID YOU COULD KICK MY BUTT…?” I immediately retorted with bloodcurdling anger. “I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON YOU DAMN STUPID BRAT.” “TRY IT IF YOU CAN YOU DAMN OLD MAN.” In less than a second, a knife-hand chop came from above, cutting vertically downwards. It’s simple yet extremely fast, his target is my head.

I say, and he smiles and nods his head. “Come Cass. Show me why you are called the Onryo. Keomi, take her to change and give her a naked blade.” He says and I just stare at him in shock. What? He wants to spar with me? Using a naked blade? He is the head of the Yakuza, and me well, I’m a little Italian girl who loves to play with Katanas. “Too scared?” He asks before making the sound of a chicken. I look at my team and family and they are all laughing as he struts around, acting like a chicken.

But she was just a three-star top-grade ninja, and had not become a heavenly ninja. This guy thought himself as the best below the heavenly ninja, so he didn't pay any attention to Yagyuu Yukime. He intended to teach Yagyuu Shinji a lesson, let him see how powerful the Hanaki family was. So he pulled out his knife and rushed at Yagyuu Yukime. "One Blow of Knife!" After a loud shout, Hanaki Naoki's knife flashed from his hand. The blow carried tremendous momentum and was terrifying. "Look out, Yukime!"