Zangetsu Quotes Novels & Stories

ZARA “That’s what people do when you stop explaining yourself. They fill in the gaps with their own fears, their own projections. But I don’t owe the world every chapter before it’s written.” She took a breath then, slow and deep, as if centering herself. ZARA (CONT’D) “Sometimes people try to rewrite your story for you. But I’ve learned—I hold the pen.” The room stilled. Even the sound engineer behind the camera leaned forward slightly. That line landed like thunder. The host gave a knowing smile. SADE “That part. That’s the quote.” Zara smiled too—but hers was quieter, as if she already knew the sentence had wings.

Tatsuhiko, a Yakuza. “You bastard!” the shooter shouted, raising his weapon again. “I’ll kill you!” In a blink, Isis was in front of him. His katana pierced flesh, thrust through and anchored to the wall behind him. “Stay right there,” Isis said, his voice calm but deadly. He turned to Mr. Tatsuhiko. “You’re unarmed,” he observed. “I underestimated you,” Tatsuhiko said, maintaining composure. “But a noble warrior doesn’t kill an opponent without a weapon.”

“I don’t want to understand him and it’s better that you haven’t provided me with sharp objects because I sure as hell want to kill him.” “You know there’s a famous Chinese writer, Sun Tzu, who wrote— 'If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’” “Why are you trying to help me, Mario?” I questioned, feeling irritated now because I really didn't want to hear anything about him and I sure as hell didn't want to feel any less hate than I felt right that second. I hated him so much for pushing me like that that I had lost myself and he had seen me in one of my weak moments. “Does your master know that you’re here providing wisdom to his captive on

Zen tells me, amusement in his tone I make a face at that “Would you even feel it if I punch you?” “Likely not.” Zen says, entirely serious. Then raises a brow at me “Are you going to?” “What do you think?” I huff “If we are ever on the opposite sides of a team,” Zen answers, surprising me “I know you’d stab me without batting an eye, My Lady.” I don’t know whether to take that as praise or insult, so I’ll take it as a lighthearted joke.

she said this words with a straight face which Quiliu also replied quickly in a second after her words fell. "I. Don't. Care" Quiliu the silly zombie emphasizes this word for Xiaza to pay attention to what he feels and for Xiaza to know the grievance he was feeling right now, besides, the zombie noticed in the little time he and his little girl get along, he already knew that Xiaza had regarded him as a special zombie to her life, so why not use it to his advantage if he was given opportunity to use it every time? When the zombie thought of this, a sly look pass through his handsome grey face for just a matter of seconds before it was quickly replace by a face that was full of grievance, his

For a moment Banzayémon was taken aback, but quickly recovering himself, he replied, “Ah! Sir Sanza, you may well be angry with me; but since I stole the Muramasa sword and fled to Gim I have known no peace: I have been haunted by remorse for my crime. I shall not resist your vengeance: do with me as it shall seem best to you; or rather take my life, and let there be an end of this quarrel.”

“Lesson two, try not letting your sword fly out of your hand every time you do battle with someone.” It didn’t take much but I could already tell this was not my day.

That was when one of the Scion-ranked individuals—a short-haired, gray robed elder—snapped coolly, "You must be Caleb Crawford!" "Who are you people?" Caleb narrowed his eyes at the dozen Scion-ranked individuals. Nonetheless, the short-haired gray robed elder's eyes flashed coldly as he continued, "Were you the one who murdered Zoran Zangief?!" "Zoran Zangief?" With his hands clasped behind his back, Caleb stood, his eyes narrowing as he just couldn't remember who Zoran was.

"They want to kill, so what? Are they that of a weakling? Don't they know they're as susceptible to silver as every werewolf?" He let out a laugh and looked at Wendell. "Is this another theory? It sounds like it's straight from a myth. Werewolves don't use silvers. We don't even need a weapon because we're a walking one!" Zane meaningfully looked at me and added, "Only weak ones use a weapon." My jaw almost dropped at that. It's vivid he saw me with my scimitar earlier. What a mocking asshole! He really wanted to get on my nerves, huh? Then I'll show him.

his grandma said as Natsu looked at her and became silent as she continued, "I won't be with you forever you know, you're so young but yet you can do so many amazing things. I know you think you don't have any powers but I want you to know something, even if you're fighting the strongest beast on your own, you can survive and win if you know how to use your head, and with your experience and the right weapon, you can defeat or win any creature" "Grandma, why are you saying this things, you're scaring me" Natsu said in a sober tone. "My son, always remember that they're different ways to win an opponent. Having a rigid mindset might help you win some battles but not all, this also goes for we