Romans & histoires Zangetsu

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

“Azazel!” Using every bit of my demon speed, I rise up in the air, flip behind him and kick him in the back. The man falters on his feet and releases Zoe, who cries out as she falls hard onto the road. But I’m more focused on keeping the man from hurting her than I am of a few bumps and bruises. Before the man recovers, I aim my sword at his head, but he’s able to block my strike with some kind of gauntlet that is attached to his hand. I blink my eyes, trying to focus on the man’s weapon. It looks very familiar. I just can’t recall where I have seen it before.

“I have orders to bring you in alive or dead. Orders from the top. But the top brass didn’t say that it’s a requirement, and neither did they say not to hurt you. And you’ve sure got a lot to answer for, seeing what you’ve put us through.” Kanzaki smirked. “As expected from a Phantom,” he said. “But you both should know this as well. Just because I’m a scientist doesn’t mean that I’m totally helpless when it comes to defending myself.” He then withdrew a long Japanese katana[1] from his side which both Yuri and Ren hadn’t noticed until now, because of the white doctor’s coat he was wearing. “You learn a lot of things when you are in prison. Especially ways to fight and methods to toughen you

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

Whiz— Standing on the spot, Yang Xiao's body burst out like a sharp sword. "Ah!" Shinichi Miyamoto tried his best to wield his samurai sword fiercely.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Just the fact that he only reported the family but did not sign up was enough to show that he had evil thoughts in his heart. Caspian sneered in his heart. Seeing that the other party did not answer, Caspian ignored him and walked to Yates Gandi's body to search. A storage pouch. Very good. Its surname was Montgomery. Yes, the long sword that Yates Gandi carried with him was still in his hand, and his surname was Montgomery. Yates Gandi wore a long robe, which was also a defensive spirit tools. Unfortunately, it was completely destroyed by the Sword Formation. Now, it was not even worth collecting.

The fat man gave a fairly large amount of money, by throwing it on the floor. "I'll flatten this shop, bodyguards, do your job," said Don Lee firmly. Junabe pleaded, he even prostrated, but the old man ignored him. Junabe was furious at the woman who was now sobbing even more, terrified beside him. "Because of this stupid woman, my business is ruined." Junabe's mind said with emotion, and anger that was already at the top of his head. With all the anger in his chest, he took it out on the troublemaker. The woman was crushed with various scratches on her face.

“The Yatagan Sword that suppressed the Great Historial Land isn't that impressive,” said Lord Zenda. With a flick of her fingers, the massive purple light sword, originally aimed at Zoltan, abruptly changed direction. “It’s only polite to reciprocate. Let me return the favor!” Lord Zenda exclaimed. She flicked her fingers forward. The purple light sword, carrying a majestic purple and white Sword Energy, charged straight towards Neville.